~* ABIDE WITH ME *~
Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847

But they constrained him saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry with them.
Luke 24:29

Yes, life is like the Emmaus road, and we tread it not alone
for beside us walks the Son of God, to uphold and keep His own.
And our hearts within us thrill with joy at His words of love and grace,
And the glorious hope that when day is done we shall see His blessed face.

~Avis Christiansen


The author of this text, Henry F. Lyte, was an Anglican pastor. Though he battled tuberculosis all of his life, Lyte was known as a man strong in spirit and faith. It was he who coined the phrase "it is better to wear out than to rust out."

During his later years, Lyte's health progressively worsened, so that he was forced to seek a warmer climate in Italy. For the last sermon with his parishioners at Lower Brixham, England on September 4, 1847, it is recorded that he nearly had to crawl to the pulpit. His final words made a deep impact upon his people when he proclaimed, "It is my desire to induce you to prepare for the solemn hour which must come to all, by a timely appreciation and dependence on the death of Christ."

Henry Lyte's inspiration for writing "Abide with Me" came shortly before his final sermon, while reading from the account in Luke 24 of our Lord's appearance with the two disciples on their seven mile walk from Jerusalem to the village of Emmaus on that first Resurrection Son Day evening. How the hearts of those discouraged disciples suddenly burned within them when they realized that they were in the company of the risen, eternal Son of God!


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, O 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.

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 terrors, 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, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early 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 need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, 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.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.



*For Today*: Psalm 139:7-12; Luke 24:13-35; I John 3:24

Relive the thrill expressed by the two Emmaus disciples when their spiritual eyes were opened and they first realized that they were in the presence of their risen Lord.

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Taken from Amazing Grace -- 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions © Copyright 1990 by Kenneth W. Osbeck. Published by Kregel Publications, Grand Rapids, MI. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

[This hymn is very special to me personally, as I am a descendant of William H. Monk, who wrote the music for "Abide With Me". I included the text at a very pivotal point in the 3rd book in my series The Bennett Vignettes, entitled A Time of War.]

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