For all who need the Helper of the helpless; who need a guide through cloud and sunshine, and triumph over tears of bitterness; for all who say in life, and in death, “O Lord, abide with me,” the words of Henry Lyte’s 1847 hymn console and aid:
“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.
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.”
Other helpers ultimately fail. Other comforts inevitably flee. For none were created to sustain the weight of our need. None ever could.
Only the Helper of the helpless abides. When darkness deepens and earth’s shadows flee, in life, and in death, the cry of each Christ-follower, “O Lord, abide with me!” never goes unanswered. God never fails or flees from His child. His unchanging love, through cloud and sunshine, in life and in death, abides forever.