The Lord My Light Abide With Me
Henry Lyte was 54 years old pastor
who laboured for 23 years in a
poor church in Devonshire England.
This hymn was written shortly
before his death in 1847, and was
inspired by Psa 27:4 & the words
of the two disciples met by Jesus
on the road to Emmaus: Stay the
night with us, since it’s getting late.
It was eventide for Lyte and he felt
very much alone. But he was not
alone; for the Lord is “the help of
the helpless”, our guide & security.
And He will not leave nor forsake us.
All Praise be to Lord My Light:
The Lord (Jehovah) is my light (ORI)
and my salvation, whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life,
of whom shall I be afraid?… Though
an army may encamp against me,
my heart shall not fear; though
war may rise against me, in this
I will be confident (Ps 27:1-3).
One thing I have desired of the Lord,
that will I seek: that I may dwell
in the house of the Lord..to behold
the beauty of the Lord, and to
inquire in His temple (Ps 27:4).
I would have lost heart, unless
I had believed that I would see the
goodness of the Lord… Wait on the
Lord; be of good courage. And He
shall strengthen your heart (v13-14).
Lord Jehovah ORI, You are the light
of our life, brightening our path.
Praise You for helping us navigate
through the darkness of this life.
And You Lord will bring us the
light of salvation when we turn
to You with a heart of trust.
Draw people to You Lord so that
they may know and experience
You as the light of their lives. Amen.
Lord, I listen with an attitude Your
goodness will show up in my life.
For Your goodness is not a theory
but it’s real. I am grateful for that
and fully expect to see more of it.
But Lord, holding on to faith in
situations that dictate against it
requires fortitude and boldness.
So give me patience and courage
to hear You amidst struggles and
pauses in our dialogues. Amen.
Lord, 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.
Lord, I need Thy presence
every passing hour.
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. Amen.