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 joy grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see –
O Though 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 guide 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 shadow flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Abide with Me
by Henry F. Lyte
(1793-1847)
“Stay with us for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over.”
So he went in to stay with them.
Abide – to dwell or to stay.
“Abide with me” are words that I often scribble in my thoughts. It is a plea to have Him stay and give me some sort of comfort. I groan for His presence but then realize He never left. He is here. Just waiting for me to keep still and silent. He is present at this very minute and if only I open my heart to that truth; to see more clearly that He is in control and on the move.In control even if I mess things up.
In control even if I say the wrong words.
In control even if I sin.On the move orchestrating His plan for me.
On the move of revealing more of Himself to me.
On the move to amaze me (just how He told Habakkuk)
Yes. Only by His grace does He abide in me.
Let’s start the week by giving thanks to the biggest and smallest of things
I give thanks for…
morning walks with the kids
time to catch my breath
women of faith that surround me; that inspire me
this Faith and Hope (1Peter 1: 18-21)
quiet Saturday mornings
the endless possibilities of school at home
His exciting plan for us
His faithful provisions
Alab loving Ilaya
mommy’s cooking
memories of my daddy
good night sleep
date with my husband (at our living room)
the thought of Christmas
this hymn
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