Abide with me from the morning till the evening

Abide with me when the night is nigh

Be my last sight and sweet to rest

Forever on your warm decaying breast



See you blind

Behold your savior's come,

Dance for death

You lame in the morning fires

And be a ghost in the sky



When grace has purified my blindness

It could be fresh and new and glorious

Will my bleeding ears be rung with joy

Or are they just plain spent and well destroyed



See you blind

Behold your savior's come,

Dance for death

You lame in the morning fires

And be a ghost in the sky