GAbide with me:

Fast fCalls the eDventGide

GThe darkness dCeepens;

LAmord, with me abDide

GWhen other helpers fCail,

And Emcomforts fDlee

DHelp of the hGelpless,

O aGbide wDith Gme

GSwift to its close

Ebbs oCut life's lDittle Gday

GEarth's joys grow dCim,

Its glAmories pass aDway

GChange and decay

In Call arEmound I Dsee

DO Thou who cGhangest not,

AGbide wDith Gme

GI need Thy presence

ECvery pDassing hGour

GWhat but Thy gCrace can

FAmoil the tempter's pDower

GWho, like Thyself,

My gCuide and Emstay can Dbe

DThrough cloud and Gsunshine, Lord,

AGbide Dwith Gme

GI fear no foe,

With TChee at Dhand to bGless

GIlls have no wCeight, and

AmTears no bitterDness

GWhere is death's sting?

Where, gCrave, thy vEmictoDry

DI triumph sGtill, if Thou

AGbide wDith Gme

GHold Thou Thy Cross

BeCfore my clDosing eGyes

GShine through the gCloom, and

AmPoint me to the sDkies

GHeaven's morning breaks,

And eCarth's vain sEmhadows fDlee

DIn life, in Gdeath, O Lord,

AGbide wDith Gme