Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide!When other helpers fail and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O Thou who changest not, abide with me. I need Thy presence every passing hour.What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me!----------------------------------AUTHOR Henry Francis Lyte SCRIPTURAL ALLUSION 1 Luke 24:29 2 Mal 3:6 4 1 Cor 15:55
