Draw to the Close of Day

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;<br />
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!<br />
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,<br />
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life&#8217;s little day;<br />
Earth&#8217;s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;<br />
Change and decay in all around I see;<br />
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;<br />
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:<br />
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;<br />
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour:<br />
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter&#8217;s power?<br />
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?<br />
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless:<br />
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:<br />
Where is death&#8217;s sting? where, grave, thy victory?<br />
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

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