Change and decay in all around I see.

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 changest not, abide with me.

A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land The road may be rough, but it cannot be long And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.