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Abide in Me, O Lord
Author: Harriet Stowe Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: Abide in me, O Lord, and I in Thee Lyrics: 1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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. Languages: English Tune Title: CUBA
Abide in Me, O Lord
Abide in me, O Lord, and I in Thee
Author: Harriet Beecher Stowe Hymnal: Small Church Music #6561 Meter: 10.10.10.10 Tune Title: [Abide in me, O Lord, and I in Thee]
Abide in me, O Lord, and I in Thee
He Is Risen
Author: Horatius Bonar Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12296 Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: The tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full? Lyrics: 1 The tomb is empty; wouldst thou have it full?
Still sadly clasping the unbreathing clay;
O weak in faith, O slow of heart and dull,
O dote on darkness, and shut out the day!
2 The tomb is empty; He who, three short days,
After a sorrowing life’s long weariness,
Found refuge in this rocky resting place,
Has now ascended to the throne of bliss.
3 Here lay the Holy One, the Christ of God,
He who for death gave death, and life for life;
Our heavenly kinsman, our true flesh and blood;
Victor for us on hell’s dark field of strife.
4 This was the Bethel, where, on stony bed,
While angels went and came from morn till even,
Our truer Jacob laid His wearied head;
This was to Him the very gate of Heaven.
5 The Conqueror, not the conquered, He to whom
The keys of death and of the grave belong,
Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger’s tomb,
To spoil the spoiler and to bind the strong.
6 Here death had reigned; into no tomb like this
Had man’s fell foe aforetime found his way;
So grand a trophy ne’er before was his,
So vast a treasure, so divine a prey.
7 But now his triumph ends; the rock-barred door
Is opened wide, and the great Prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor
The napkin and the grave clothes lie alone.
8 Yes, death’s last hope, his strongest fort and prison
Is shattered, never to be built again;
And He, the mighty Captive, He is risen,
Leaving behind the gate, the bar, the chain.
9 Yes, He is ris’n who is the First and Last;
Who was and is; who liveth and was dead;
Beyond the reach of death He now has passed;
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.
10 The tomb is empty; so, ere long shall be
The tombs of all who in this Christ repose;
They died with Him who died upon the tree;
They live and rise with Him who lived and rose.
11 Death has not slain them, they are freed, not slain.
It is the gate of life, and not of death,
That they have entered; and the grave in vain
Has tried to stifle the immortal breath.
12 All that was death in them is now dissolved;
For death can only what is death’s destroy;
And when this earth’s short ages have revolved,
The disimprisoned life comes forth with joy.
13 Their life long battle with disease and pain,
And mortal weariness, is over now;
Youth, health, and comeliness return again,
The tear has left the cheek, the sweat the brow.
14 They are not tasting death, but taking rest,
On the same holy couch where Jesus lay,
Soon to awake all glorified and blest,
When day has broke and shadows fled away. Languages: English Tune Title: CUBA
He Is Risen
