Abide with me! fast falls the eventide

Whoever that has this website.... I don't think you have even the slightest idea how much lives you're touching by this (And how much you touched mine). I wish I could meet you in person to express my gratitude, but I guess I'll do that here. Thank you. Truly your reward is in heaven.

In life in death, oh Lord, abide with me.

Thank my Lord for sparing my soul.

We're of a true "NOTHING" without Christ. Live itself would have been so so meaningless.

This hymn humbles me.

Such a beautiful hymn. Makes you realize how much you need a Saviour, a true friend both of which can be found in a God who loves us, gave all of heaven in the gift of His son, gave us His laws more specifically the Sabbath and has promised that He will return to take all who obey His precepts and believe His words. This truly is a hymn that shows mankind his nothingness.

It is largely due to this hymn that I was totally healed from near fatal Stilnox addiction, I should NOT be alive let alone alive, sane and Happy, WHAT a Saviour we have, shine through the gloom and point me to the skies, very very true Praise His Name!

This hymn evokes feelings of helplessness yet the good Lord is always there to abide with us. In Thee we abide Lord.

The conductor, T. P. Ratcliffe, was asked to conduct at Wembley Stadium in intervals during a football (soccer) game. He thought it would be interesting to try having the great audience sing together. Some had trepidations. However, he first suggested "Pack Up Your Troubles," which was sung with enthusiasm. Then, on a venture, he suggested that the crowd of almost 100,000 rise and sing "Abide with Me." King George V was there and rose and bared his head. The great crowd seemed transformed as they sang this hymn so well known to many of them. For one man it meant a miracle. Here is how it happened:

A man from the North of England had gone down to the game. He had been drinking heavily, as was his custom. He went to a football game to get drunk rather than to see the game. When the hymn was announced, he stood with the others, though with difficulty. He said that the first verse brought back memories of his Christian parents. Then something snapped. He could not explain it differently. The verse that begins:

I need Thy presence every passing hour.

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

seemed like a prayer suited to his need. He said that he bowed his head, and tried to be reverent as he had at his mother's knee, as a lad saying his prayers.

Bill's wife could not stand going to football games with him; he was such a "boozer." She was expecting his return home, thinking that he would be in his usual state. When he turned the corner, he was singing and running. He entered the house and kissed her, and between sobs told her he was a new man. However, he did not himself realize that he had been converted. Never did he take another drink. Truly, God works in mysterious ways. Who would have thought that a hymn sung at a football game between 2 exciting halves would have resulted in the conversion and radical change of a man who was stoned drunk at the time? The hymn has been sung at Wembly as a regular feature since that time.

The author of this hymn, Henry Lyte, was born in Kelso, Scotland. He attended Trinity College in Dublin, a protestant university. He was ordained in the Church of England. As a young curate (assistant to a parish priest) he was called to the bedside of an elderly saint of the church who was dying. He gripped the young curate's hand, and prayed, "Oh, Lord, abide with me; abide with me!" In prayer, he slipped away to abide with Him forever. The young curate never forgot the incident.

In 1823 he was appointed perpetual curate at Lower Brixham in Devonshire. On one occasion, in company with Rev. Edward Frenkiel, I sat on the stone ledge overlooking the bay, where Henry F. Lyte was said to have sat and watched the setting sun. Thinking of his own life, which seemed to be ebbing to a close, he thought back to his experience as a young curate in Dublin. Soon, too soon, he would have to leave his wife and loved ones. He wrote this hymn that evening, and read it to his wife and guests. They wept. They knew he was ill; little did they realize at the time how fast the "eventide" was falling for him, their beloved curate.

Doctors suggested that he go to a dry, warm climate to preserve his life. He went to the French Riviera, where he passed away 6 months later. Ne died at Nice, France, November 20, 1847.

Times change, people and governments deteriorate and become demoralized and decayed, but the Savior, who does not change, is there where you are, when you need Him most, to abide with you. - Hymn Stories by Wilbur Konkel

"For if, while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, will we be saved by his life!"

This is why we need to abide in Him, and He in us, day by day.

Thank You Lord Jesus for this hymn!

I love this hymn so much. It makes me feel the presence of God so strong around me...

A blessing I cannot describe!