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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Old Book, Morning Glories with “Christ hath redeemed us;” sing the glad word and Abide with me! fast falls the eventide

“Christ hath redeemed us;” sing the glad word,
Mercy’s sweet message be telling,
How, thro’ the ransom made by His blood,
Christ now within us is dwelling.

“Christ hath redeemed us,” making us free,
Free from the sins that enslaved us;
Never in bondage more can we be,
Trusting in Him who hath saved us.

“Christ hath redeemed us;” we are His own,
Purchased by blood; He will hold us;
Nor will He ever leave us alone,
Safely His arms shall enfold us.

“Christ hath redeemed us;” soon with the throng
Gathered in glory we’ll meet Him;
O with what rapture join in the song,
When face to face we shall greet Him.

“Christ hath redeemed us;”
Praise to His name!
Praise Him, ye angels in glory;
“Christ hath redeemed us,” bearing our shame;
Tell out the wonderful story.
          D. W. Whittle
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, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O 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:
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
     H. F. Lyte

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