SUNDAY 11 May 2008 - Issue Number 39
ABIDE WITH ME
Luke 24: 29-32:
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. And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight. And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us, while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scriptures?
The writer of this weeks hymn, Henry Francis Lyte lived most of his days in heart-ache and affliction. He was deserted by his father early in life, and then his mother and youngest brother died. Perhaps it was these losses that provided some of his thoughts about a God who would abide with him. Henry departed this life at the age of fifty-four and entered into the presence of the one who Abides For Ever.
We can clearly see that the things that are in this world do not abide. World goods can vanish from our sight. Precious loved ones die. Those we depend on can fail us, but we have a God who never dies, and He never fails to care for us, He will never leave us. He will hold us firmly in the grip of His all powerful hand and will never loosen or slacken that grip.
Beloved His love will last forever. Timely terms we use can never describe it fully.
It just boils down to the fact that He will never stop loving us for any reason under any condition ever.
I believe you will enjoy listening to this hymn sung by the Antrim Mennonite Choir. Please click on this link to enjoy:
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, 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 Abide 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.
Henry Francis Lyte ( 1793-18 )
Eddy A. Flick
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