Abide with Me

Please pray for those who had family members
die in the devastation and attack on America!

There is no power like that of prevailing prayer of Abraham pleading for Sodom, Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night, Moses standing in the breach, Hannah intoxicated with sorrow, David heart-broken with remorse
and grief, Jesus in sweat and blood. Add to this list from the records of the church your personal observation and experience, and always there is cost of passion unto blood.
Such prayer prevails. It turns ordinary mortals into men of power. It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain. It brings life. It brings God.
- Samuel Chadwick

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.

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 Oh, abide with me.

Swift to it's close Ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, It's glories pass away;
Change and decay In all around I see;
O thou who changest not, Abide with me

Not a brief glance I beg, A passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st With Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, Patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, But abide with me.

Come not in terror, As the King of kings,
But kind and good, With healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, A heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, Thus abide with me.

Thou on my head In every youth didst smile,
And though rebellious And perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, Oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O 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 shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Henry F. Lyte, 1847