HymnPod

Here’s a rather solemn hymn. Did you know that this hymn was written just 3 weeks before the author died? Read more here.

Lyrics: Henry F. Lyte
Music: William H. Monk

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, Lord, 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.

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This hymn speaks of being satisfied and contented in the Lord Jesus. (1 Tim 6: 6-11)

Lyrics and Music: Hen­ry Ben­nett

Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I am blest;
Peace which passeth understanding,
On Thy breast;
No more doubting, no more trembling,
Oh, what rest! Oh, what rest!

Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
In Thy grace;
All Thy ways and tho’ts about me
Only trace
Deeper stories of the glories
Of Thy grace, of Thy grace.

Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I would be;
Finding joy and satisfaction
All in Thee;
Thou the nearest and the dearest
Unto me, unto me.

List’ning for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,
In the air!
When Thy saints shall rise with joy to
Meet Thee there;
O what gladness! no more sadness,
Sin nor care, sin nor care.

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Here’s a relatively less common hymn but it has a very applicable message. For more information visit:
http://www.hymnary.org/text/they_tell_me_there_are_dangers_in_the_pa

Lyrics: C. S. Meily
Music: W. O. Cushing

They tell me there are dangers,
In the path my feet must tread;
But they cannot see the glory,
That is shinning round my head.

Refrain:
Oh, tis Jesus leads my footsteps!
He has made my heart his own.
For I would dare to journey
Thro’ the wide wide world alone.

They tell me life has trials,
And the fairest hopes must flee;
But I trust my all in Jesus,
And I know He cares for me.

I know my heart is sinful,
And my love seems all too small;
But if Jesus’ arm is round me,
I shall win and conquer all.

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Lyrics: Schön­ster Herr Je­su
Music: Crusader’s Hymn

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.

All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.

Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.

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Lyrics:A. Ka­ther­ine Hank­ey
Music: Will­iam G. Fisch­er

I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

Refrain:
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

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