When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
The Hymn Story:
Anyway, as I gazed in awe at the splendor on the horizon, the line “Abide with me, fast falls the eventide…” quickly came to mind. The glory of the sunset came in sharp contrast to the deepening darkness that descended as we neared our destination on unfamiliar back roads with no street lights. So hard to see! Nervous! We missed a turn because we couldn’t even see the street sign well enough to read it. It seems like the whole last part of our drive was a blur.
Then, moments after we arrived, I stepped into a hole where someone had removed a utility cover. I fell hard, cutting my ankle and jolting my joints. Darkness. Then into the light again, into a cheerful and hospitable home with new friends. Light.
This post is 23rd in my weekly series Strength in Hymn, which combines beloved hymn texts, nature photography, and encouragement for the disillusioned Christian.
Abiding in Him,