Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day

Verse 1

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories away: Change and decay in all around I see; O thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Verse 2

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, and abide with me.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!