5 0 Comforter of God's redeemed, Whom the world does not see, What hand should pluck me from the flood, That casts my soul on thee? 6 When I am feeble as a child, And the rough wind becomes a song, 7 0, blessed are the eyes that see, 8 Happy are they that learn, in thee, 9 There is no death for me to fear, There is no curse in this my pain, For he was crucified: And it is fellowship with him That keeps me near his side. 10 My heart is fixed, O God, my Strength, My heart is strong to bear: I will be joyful in thy love, And peaceful in thy care, Deal with me for my Saviour's sake, 11 No suffering while it lasts is joy, Yet may the chastened child be glad What must be borne in thee. 12 It is not hard to bear by faith, Well may the heart in patience rest, 13 Safe in thy sanctifying grace, Borne onward-sin and death behind, And love and life before; O, let my soul abound in hope, 14 Deep unto deep may call; but I And let the storm that speeds me home, 456 1 ABIDE with me! "Abide with Me!" [For reading only.] Fast falls the eventide, The darkness thickens; Lord, with me abide: When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. 2 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. 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, 4 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, 5 Thou on my head in early youth did'st smile, 6 I need thy presence every passing hour; 7 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; 8 Hold thou the 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. 1 BE with me Lord, where'er I go; Show me what thou would'st have me do; L. M. 2 Prevent me lest I harbour pride, 458 66 Thy will be Done!" L. M. by repeating last line. 1 My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, Thy will be done. 2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize-it ne'er was mine; I only yield thee what was thine; Thy will be done. 3 Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father still I strive to say, Thy will be done. |