Lord Jesus Christ, with Us Abide

Lord Jesus Christ, with us abide,
for round us falls the eventide,
nor let your Word, that heav'nly light,
for us be ever veiled in night.

In these last days of sore distress
grant us, dear Lord, true steadfastness
that pure we keep, till life is spent,
your holy Word and sacrament.

O God, how sin's dread works abound!
Throughout the earth no rest is found,
and falsehood's spirit wide has spread,
and error boldly rears its head.

Lord Jesus, help, your Church uphold,
for we are sluggish, thoughtless, cold.
O prosper well your Word of grace
and spread its truth in ev'ry place.

O keep us in your Word, we pray;
the guile and rage of Satan stay.
Oh, may your mercy never cease;
give concord, patience, courage, peace.

A trusty weapon is your Word,
the Church's armor, shield, and sword.
O let us in its pow'r confide
that we may seek no other guide.

O grant that in your holy Word
we here may live and die, dear Lord;
and when our journey's ending here,
receive us into glory there.