A favorite hymn of your Head Trucker's, as performed by the Choir of King's College, Cambridge:
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 pow’r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, 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;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
4 comments:
For me this hymn is always associated with funerals, so there’s always a bittersweet enjoyment. That said, it brings a sense of peaceful closure to a deeply unpleasant week.
I'm glad to hear that, I hoped it would.
And something indeed has died in America this week, so I thought it most fitting.
Well chosen, Russ. While we sing it a funerals and requiems, it is a powerful statement of hope. Thank you.
You're welcome, glad you like, Davis.
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