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.