We dwell in Him, and He in us, because He has given us of His Spirit. 1 John 4:13
Words: Fanny Crosby, in Song-Land Messenger No. 2, edited by Anthony J. Showalter, John S. Hendricks et al. (Dallas, Texas & Dalton, Georgia: Showalter-Lincoln & A. J. Showalter, 1898), number 261.
If you know Griffith’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
The world is but a fleeting dream,
A passing cloud, a meteor beam;
Its brightest joys like shadows glide,
And leave my heart unsatisfied.
O dwell with me, Thou heavenly Guest,
In whom alone is perfect rest;
O dwell with me; no love like Thine
Can fill this longing heart of mine.
The hopes of earth are born to die,
’Tis Heaven alone can satisfy,
I long to see that home above,
Celestial city that I love.
When friendships fail and all seems dark,
The God of Heav’n will steer my bark;
In His own time I’ll reach the shore,
And dwell with Him forevermore.