[ Featuring Traditional, Olle Junholm, Erik Arvinder SSO, Henry Francis Lyte, William Henry Monk, Stockholm Studio Orchestra SSO ]
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.
Swift 'til 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.
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.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee.
In life, in death, o Lord, abide with me.
