Author: Chiasochris

I Need Thee Every Hour

Backgrounder: Annie Hawks,
a homemaker from Brooklyn,
was busy with her household
chores when the words came
to her. She later wrote: I was so
filled with a sense of nearness
to my Master that, wondering
how one could live without Him
in either joy or pain, these words,
‘I need Thee ever hour’ were
flashed into my mind. Seating
by the open window in Apr 1872
& possibly inspired by Psa 86,
the words were penned to paper.

Lord, hear me for I need yr help:
Bend down, O Lord, and hear
my prayer: answer me, for I need
your help. Protect me, for I am
devoted to you. Save me, for
I serve you and trust you. You
are my God. Be merciful to me,
O Lord, for I am calling on you
constantly. Give me happiness,
O Lord, for I give myself to you.
(Psalm 86:1-4).

Lord, we humbly come before
Thee thanking you for your peace
for our soul will be in helpless
condition without your grace.
We need your strength to
overcome temptations and
the challenges that we face.
Indeed save and deliver us for
we serve you and trust in You.
And we need your blessings so
that being blessed we in turn can
be source of blessings to others.
Lord, we need Thee in every way,
in joy or in pain, so help and bless
us even as we come to Thee!!
In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine
Can peace afford.

I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Ev’ry Hour I need Thee!
O bless me now, my Saviour,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,
Stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their pow’r
When Thou art nigh.

I need Thee ev’ry hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly, and abide,
Or life is vain.

Precious Lord Take My Hand

Backgrounder: Precious Lord
was written by black American Thomas Dorsey. Much great poetry is inspired by personal tragedy & this modern hymn, which started the Gospel genré, is his greatest composition out of about 400 songs. Thomas Dorsey had religion and music in his blood; he was born in 1899, the son of a minister and
a piano teacher. Unsurprisingly,
he became a professional musician, and in 1925 married his first wife Nettie. The following year he turned to religion in a big way, and took up the post of Musical Director at the Pilgrim Baptist Church in Chicago.

In August 1932, his wife died during childbirth and his newborn son died the following day. Dorsey’s faith took a severe blow: “I felt God had done me an injustice. I didn’t want to serve him or write gospel songs. I just want to go back to the jazz world, he said. In the midst of despair, a friend visited him and
left him alone with a piano. Then
he experienced peace & revival.
I found myself playing a melody, and words just fall into place.”
The song was an immediate
hit and by 2003 it had been translated into 32 languages. Although Dorsey is generally credited with writing the music,
he adapted the melody from
the 1844 hymn Maitland
composed by George Allen.

Precious Lord, Take My Hand:
My heart was grieved and I was
vexed in mind. Nevertheless I am
continually with You; You hold me
by my right hand. You will guide
me with Yr counsel & afterward
receive me to glory..There is none
upon earth that I desire besides u
God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever… It is
good for me to draw near to God;
I have put my trust in the Lord
God, that I may declare all
Your works (Psa 73:21-28).

Lord, I want to know, see and
experience you in fresh ways.
You are the strength of my heart.
And I am thankful that U are mine
forever when I accepted you as
Lord and Saviour. Nothing can
separate me from your love:
not good things, not bad things,
nor any circumstances. Open my
eyes and grant me vision to see
your beauty and your love for me. And be with me & hold my hand.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, thro the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:
Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me home.

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:
Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

Abide With Me

Backgrounder: Henry Lyte wore
out when he was 54 years old,
an obscure pastor who laboured
for 23 years in a poor church
in a fishing village in Devonshire
England. This hymn was written
shortly before his death in 1847,
was inspired by the words of
the two disciples met by Jesus
on the road to Emmaus: Stay the night with us, since it’s getting late (Luke 24:49). It was eventide
for Lyte & he felt very much alone.
But he was not alone; for the Lord
is “the help of the helpless”,
our guide and security. And He
will never leave us nor forsake us.

Lord, abide with me:
The one thing I ask of the Lord,
the thing I seek most – is to live
in the house of the Lord all the
days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire
in His Temple. For in time of
trouble, He shall hide me in the
secret place of His Tabernacle,
He shall set me high upon
a rock (Psa 27:4-5).

Thank You ALMIGHTY GOD for giving us the hymn: Abide With
Me for it soothes and heals the
soul. It reassures hope beyond
yet unaccomplished desires.
Such a powerful song and cry
of helplessness that the Lord cannot turn His back but attend to. For Surely Help comes to the
helpless who Looks to the Lord,
who is both Loving and Almighty!

Lord, at times when I feel weary
as burdens lay heavily as not having the solution yet & fear the
future, this hymn speaks to me.
It gives hope & encouragement,
and reconnects me to the
Source of hope and peace.
And heaviness of heart gives way to relief & hope as I listen to the song and join in singing the lyrics.
I can only say that our God is real, caring, faithful & He has touched me with His love. For in life and
in death, the Lord Abide With Me!
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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.

I need Thy presence every
passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil
the tempter’ 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.