Abide in me, o lord

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 healed,
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 Heaven'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.