I need thy presence

Every passing  hour;

What but thy grace

Can foil the tempter’s pow’r?

Who like thyself

My guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine

Oh, 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 dark sting?

Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still,

If thou abide with me!

Hold thou thy cross

Before my closing eyes,

Shine through the gloom,

And point me to the skies;

Heav’n’s morning breaks,

And earth’s vain shadow flee;

In life, in death,

O Lord abide with me.

Words: Henry F. Lyte   /   Music: Samuel Liddle