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, oh, abide with me.
Lord, the evening is here.
Literally and figuratively.
I am surrounded by dark thoughts.
Lies are sweeping into my head.
No one knows, but You, Lord.
You know my anxious thoughts.
Stay with me.
Endure with me without yielding.
Because I can’t without You.
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.
Lord, You never change.
You are always the same.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I can count on You every moment of every day.
There is nothing in this world that compares to You.
While I am surrounded by the cares of this world, I am reminded You are here.
Your patient care fills my every need.
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, Lord, abide with me.
I need you every moment.
You made me strong, but Your strength is stronger.
Only You can foil the enemy’s plans for me.
I can stand only with Your strength pulsing through my veins.
Your constant guidance carries me throughout each day.
In days of happiness and sadness, You never change.
You are always here.
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.
Who should I fear with You at my side?
You, who died for me and raised to life again?
What can man possibly do to me?
The cares of this world are nothing compared to You.
They might weigh me down, but when I give my burdens back to You, I triumph still.
I win only with You by my side.
Thank you for patiently bearing my burdens, walking with me every day.
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 shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Remind me of what is really important.
You died for me.
You care deeply for me.
Your ways are higher than mine.
You have my best interest first and foremost.
I am in Your thoughts.
Your presence lifts the pressing darkness away.
You scatter it into a million pieces.
Your light and presence fill the room with peace.
And my heart rests, because You have and will always abide forever with me.
Hymn by Henry F. Lyte, 1847