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

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 the cloud and sunshine, o abide with me

Abide, abide with me
Abide, abide with me
I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless

I'll have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where is death's sting?
Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still if thou abide with me

Abide, with me abide, with me
Abide, abide with me
Abide, abide with me

Composição: Henry Francis Lyte