Abide in Christ—this highest blessing gain

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Abide in Christ—this highest blessing gain;
Each day sweet fellowship with Him maintain.
Abiding, He and we are joined as one;
In constant fellowship, all barriers gone.
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Abide in Him, anointing then will flow;
In fellowship, the Spirit’s lead we’ll know.
Obeying, we His riches apprehend;
Led by the Spirit, we will be His friend.
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Abide in Him, the light of grace will shine;
In fellowship, all shadows will decline.
Obey the light, His life in us will grow;
From darkness freed, our heart will comfort know.
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Abiding, we are strengthened with each breath;
In fellowship, His life will swallow death.
Abiding, all our sighing turns to song;
In fellowship, our heart is gladdened, strong.
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Abiding, this will Satan’s strength disarm;
In fellowship, the world will lose its charm.
Abiding, we sin’s power need not fear;
In fellowship, the self will disappear.
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Abiding, thus conformed to Him we’ll be;
In fellowship, His life fills constantly.
Abiding, we experience His power;
In fellowship, His riches, hour by hour.
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Abiding, Lord, for Thee my spirit yearns;
In fellowship, Thy Spirit in me burns,
That all my being may be lost in Thee
And with Thee mingled through eternity.
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Betty Jane Bonn

Dunlap, Illinois, United States

Another familiar hymn that speaks of the Lord's abiding presence is "Constantly Abiding." I've known this hymn since I was born again in 1955 and it's always a cheerful blessing to my heart.

There's a peace in my heart that the world

never gave,

A peace it can not take away;

Tho' the trials of life may surround like

a cloud,

I've a peace that has come there to stay!

Chorus:

Constantly abiding, Jesus is mine;

Consantly abiding, rapture divine;

He never leaves me lonely,

Whispers O so kind: "I will never leave

thee,"

Jesus is mine.

All the world seemed to sing of a Savior

and King,

When peace sweetly came to my heart;

Troubles all fled away and my night turned

to day,

Blessed Jesus, how glorious Thou art!

This treasure I have in a temple of clay,

While here on His footstool I roam;

But He's coming to take me some glorious

day,

Over there to my heavenly home!

God bless you all with His presence and His name, Jehovah Shammah, which means the Lord is there." (Ezekiel 48:35)


Charles Hennessy

Tucson, AZ, United States

Excellent hymn - Christ as the thick, rich dairy-fresh cream; a going on from H437 and comparable to H564.