Swift to its close ebbs out lifeâ s little day ; Earthâ s joys grow dim ; its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; O Thou who changest not , 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 .