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. 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. 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. 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. 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...