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 need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
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;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
The funny thing about this hymn to me is that when I say it to God as a prayer I think his response is: *dramatic pause* “… abide with ME.”
He’s HERE. He’s with me. He’s *chosen* me. But I have to choose him.
Christianity isn’t just about belief. It’s about discipleship which is following Jesus which means the active pursuit. But unlike walking in the footsteps of a good teacher, trying our best to imitate, he invites us to be friends.
I’m learning about what it means to be a friend.