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LYTE, Henry Francis

Abide with Me

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 joys grow dim, its glories pass away

Change and decay in all around I see

O Thou who changest not, 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

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee

In life, in death, o Lord, abide with me

Abide with me, abide with me

Pleasant are Thy courts above

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Pleasant are Thy courts above

Pleasant are Thy courts above

Pleasant are Thy courts above,

In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are Thy courts below

In this land of sin and woe;

O, my spirit longs and faints

For the converse of Thy saints,

For the brightness of Thy face,

For Thy fullness, God of grace.

Happy birds that sing and fly

Round Thy altars, O most High;

Happier souls that find a rest

In a heavenly Father's breast;

Like the wandering dove that found

No repose on earth around,

They can to their ark repair,

And enjoy it ever there.

Happy souls, their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength,

Till they reach Thy throne at length,

At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

Lord, be mine this prize to win,

Guide me through a world of sin,

Keep me by Thy saving grace,

Give me at Thy side a place;

Sun and shield alike Thou art,

Guide and guard my erring heart.

Grace and glory flow from Thee;

Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

Jesus, I my cross have taken

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.

Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.

Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.

Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.

Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.

And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,

Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!

In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.

I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”; I have set my heart on Thee:

Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me, 'twill but drive me to Thy breast.

Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.

Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;

Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;

Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:

Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father's smile is thine;

What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,

Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Hope soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.