Doris Day — Abide with Me

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 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 I need Thy presence every passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow’r? Who, like Thyself, my guidе and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, 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; Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me