Abide in me,
O Lord, and I in Thee,
From this good hour, oh,
Leave me nevermore;
Then shall the discord cease,
The wound be healèd,
The lifelong bleeding
Of the soul be o’er.

Abide in me;
O’ershadow by Thy love
Each half formed purpose
And dark thought of sin;
Quench ere it rise
Each selfish, low desire,
And keep my soul as
Thine, calm and divine.

As some rare perfume
In a vase of clay,
Pervades it with
A fragrance not its own,
So, when Thou dwellest
In a mortal soul,
All Heav’n’s own sweetness
Seems around it thrown.

Abide in me;
There have been moments blest
When I have heard Thy voice
And felt Thy power;
Then evil lost its grasp;
And passion, hushed,
Owned the divine
Enchantment of the hour.

These were but seasons
Beautiful and rare;
Abide in me,
And they shall ever be;
Fulfill at once
Thy precept and my prayer,
Come, and abide
In me, and I in Thee.