As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.
John 15:9Let not your heart be troubled
John 14:1Abide in My Love
John 15:10
As the Lord prepared to leave the disciples He loved, He comforted them. He told them not to be troubled, for He knew He was to leave them. He told them He was going to the Father and would come back again. He told them that though they would see Him no more, He would be with them. He told them He was preparing a home for them and would return to them. He told them that despite the trouble they faced He would be with them, always. He told them the Holy Comforter of God would come to them, to indwell them.
He knew that in this world they would have tribulations and disappointments. He knew the difficulties, the sadness, the pain, the trials they all had to face. He knew there was one way and one way alone that they could overcome – Abide in Me – Remain in Me – Keep your heart fixed unrelentingly on Me.
Abiding in Him is even deeper than rest - t is a decision of the heart. It is a consciousness of resting in Him and of Him living through us. It is enjoining with Him – at the very sphere, center and circumference of life.
Jesus knew that in sadness He would be their abiding joy. In disappointments, He would be their abiding hope. In dark times He would be their abiding light. In suffering He would be their abiding grace. In sickness, He would be their abiding health. In poverty, He would be their abiding treasure. In death, He would be their abiding life. Jesus knows nothing can disturb us when we are abiding in Him.
And down through the past twenty centuries, His words have comforted many. Down through the church age, abiding in Him has been the Christians’ hope. Rest in Me. Abide in Me. Sit under the shadow of My Love and be still,
In the mid 18 hundreds, there was a dearly loved minister who learned this truth, His name was Lyte, and he was dying of tuberculosis. But Lyte was inspired to write the words of a hymn. The words that he wrote have brought great comfort to many thousands Abide With Me.
The hymn was finished the very Sunday he gave his farewell sermon. He spoke to the friends and flock that he loved and taught for many years, The next day he left for Italy, hoping to regain his failing health. Lyte did not complete the journey – he died three weeks later.
It was in Nice, in France, where his life journey was ended - but some of the final words to his little flock in his hometown were these:- "O brethren, I stand here among you today, as alive from the dead, if I may hope to impress it upon you, and induce you to prepare for that solemn hour which must come to all, by a timely acquaintance with the death of Christ."
Soon and very soon we will all stand before the Lord, but every day that passes is a day of grace, when we can draw closer to Him. Each passing day is an opportunity to lean on Him, rest in Him, abide in Him.
In disappointments – He is our abiding hope
In dark times – He is our abiding light
In suffering – He is our abiding grace
In sickness – He is our abiding health
In poverty – He is our abiding treasure
In death – He is our abiding life
We know that nothing can disturb us when we are abiding in Him.
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.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth did'st smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, 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.
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.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee.
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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