Abide in Me, O Lord

Abide in me

O Lord

and I in Thee

From this good hour

oh

Leave me nev­er­more;

Then shall the dis­cord cease

The wound be heal­èd

The life­long bleed­ing

Of the soul be o’er.

Abide in me;

O’ershadow by Thy love

Each half formed pur­pose

And dark thought of sin;

Quench ere it rise

Each self­ish

low de­sire

And keep my soul as

Thine

calm and di­vine.

As some rare per­fume

In a vase of clay

Pervades it with

A frag­rance not its own

So

when Thou dwell­est

In a mor­tal soul

All Heav’n’s own sweet­ness

Seems around it thrown.

Abide in me;

There have been mo­ments blest

When I have heard Thy voice

And felt Thy pow­er;

Then ev­il lost its grasp;

And pass­ion

hushed

Owned the di­vine

Enchantment of the hour.

These were but sea­sons

Beautiful and rare;

Abide in me

And they shall ev­er be;

Fulfill at once

Thy pre­cept and my pray­er

Come

and abide

In me

and I in Thee.