Lord Jesus Christ, with Us Abide

Lord Je­sus Christ

with us abide

For round us falls the ev­en­tide;

Nor let Thy 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

Thy ho­ly Word and sac­ra­ment.

Lord Je­sus

help

Thy Church up­hold

For we are slug­gish

thought­less

cold.

Oh

pros­per well Thy Word of grace

And spread its truth in ev­ery place!

Oh

keep us in Thy Word

we pray;

The guile and rage of Sa­tan stay!

Oh

may Thy mer­cy nev­er cease!

Give con­cord

pa­tience

cour­age

peace.

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.

The haugh­ty spir­its

Lord

re­strain

Who o’er Thy Church with might would reign

And al­ways set forth some­thing new

Devised to change Thy doc­trine true.

And since the cause and glo­ry

Lord

Are Thine

not ours

to us af­ford

Thy help and strength and con­stan­cy

With all our heart we trust in Thee.

A trus­ty wea­pon is Thy Word

Thy Church’s buck­ler

shield

and sword.

Oh

let us in its pow­er con­fide

That we may seek no oth­er guide!

Oh

grant that in Thy ho­ly Word

We here may live and die

dear Lord;

And when our jour­ney end­eth here

Receive us in­to glo­ry there.