ABIDE WITH ME, DEAR SAVIOUR.
By Mrs. M. E. Miles
Abide with me; fast fall the shades of night,
And I am lonely unless thou art near.
Dangers assail me; by thy royal might
Protect me, guide my wayward feet aright.
If thou art with me nothing shall I fear. Abide with me while darkness holds her sway,
And sleep enfolds me in her calm embrace;
And if, for me, there dawns the coming day,
May I be found treading the narrow way,
Sustained and guided by thy sovereign grace. All through the subtle labyrinth of life
Go with me, O Lord, wherever I may go;
And if Gethsemane, with anguish rife,
Awaits me, in that hour of bitter strife
Abide with me, and I can meet it so. Nor shall I trust in vain; for thou hast said,
"Abide in me, and I'll abide in thee;"
And though the earth, the sun, and moon were
dead,
And all the starry hosts in fear had fled,
Thy word shall stand to all eternity.
—Mrs. M. E. Miles.