Abide with me

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, oh, 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, oh, 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!


While you sleep, others still pray

The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall hallow now our rest.

We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.

As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.

The sun, that bids us rest, is waking
Our brethren ‘neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.

So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away:
But stand, and rule, and grow for ever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.

Fear not little flock

Why should cross and trial grieve me?
Need I fear, Christ is near
Never will he leave me.
Who can rob me of the Heaven;
That God’s son for my own;
To my faith has given?

Thou a heavy cross I’m bearing;
And my heart feels the share,
shall I be despairing?
God, my Helper, who doth send it,
well doth know all my woe,
And how best to end it.

God oft gives me days of gladness,
Shall I grieve if he gives seasons too of sadness?
God is good, and tempers ever.
All my ill, and He will wholly leave me never.

(Paul Gerhardt, 1607-1676)


I sing this to my boy at bedtime

Fairest Lord Jesus
King of creation,
Son of God and Mary’s Son:
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honour,
Thee are my soul’s delight and crown.

Fair are the meadows
Fair are the woodlands,
In the garb of verdant spring.
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
He makes the saddest heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine,
Fair is the moonlight,
Bright the stars that gem the sky:
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the hosts of God on high.

Fairest Lord Jesus,
King of creation,
Son of God and Mary’s Son:
Glory and honour,
Praise, adoration,
Ever be Thing, and
Thine alone.


A hymn to accompany you in your day’s work

Forth in your name, O Lord, I go,
my daily labour to pursue,
you, Lord, alone resolved to know,
in all I think, or speak, or do.

Each task your wisdom has assigned
still let me cheerfully fulfil,
in all my works your presence find,
and prove your good and perfect will.

You may I set at my right hand,
whose eyes my inmost substance view,
and labour on at your command,
and offer all my works to you.

Give me to bear your easy yoke,
and every moment watch and pray,
and still to things eternal look,
and hasten to your glorious day;

for you delightfully employ
all that your bounteous grace has given,
and run my course with even joy
and closely walk with you to heaven.

(TIS 571)


Jesus sinners doth receive


‘I, a sinner, come to Thee
With a penitent confession;
Savior, mercy show to me
Grant for all my sins remission.
Let these words my soul relieve:
Jesus sinners doth receive.

Oh, how blest it is to know;
Were as scarlet my transgression,
It shall be as white as snow
By Thy blood and bitter Passion:
For these words I now believe:
Jesus sinners doth receive.

Now my conscience is at peace,
From the Law I stand acquitted;
Christ hath purchased my release
And my every sin remitted.
Naught remains my soul to grieve,–
Jesus sinners doth receive.

Jesus sinners doth receive.
Also I have been forgiven;
And when I this earth must leave,
I shall find an open heaven.
Dying, still to Him I cleave–
Jesus sinners doth receive.’

LSB 609 (Stanzas 4-7)


Put your trust in this one sure thing (Tom’s choice)

“Lord, Thee I love with all my heart;
I pray Thee, ne’er from me depart;
With tender mercy cheer me.
Earth has no pleasure I would share,
Yea, Heav’n itself were void and bare
If Thou, Lord, wert not near me.
And should my heart for sorrow break,
My trust in Thee can nothing shake.
Thou art the portion I have sought;
Thy precious blood my soul has bought.
Lord Jesus Christ,
My God and Lord, my God and Lord,
Forsake me not! I trust Thy Word.”

Lord, Thee I Love With All My Heart (LSB 708)

(modernised can be found in LHS 385)