change and decay

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.

Abide with Me
Text: Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847
Music: W.H. Monk, 1823-1889
Tune: EVENTIDE