Abide with Me歌词

作词 : H. F. Lyte
作曲 : W. H. Monk
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
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 changes not, 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
Help of the helpless, O abide with me