“As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. But they urged him strongly, saying, ‘Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.’ So he went in to stay with them.”

(Luke 24:28-29)

As I've reflected on the origins of hymns, I've noticed a recurring theme: amidst hardship, whether it be sickness or loss, beautiful poems and melodies often emerge. I have thrilled to share brief accounts of how some of the most beloved hymns of our faith came to be. These stories serve to inspire and uplift us as we navigate life's challenging and unpredictable journey.

Henry Francis Lyte, an English pastor and poet, devoted his life to the ministry of the church. Born in Scotland in 1793, Lyte faced numerous personal struggles and obstacles throughout his lifetime. Yet, his faith remained unwavering, providing him with solace and strength in God's presence. It was this deep spiritual connection that moved him to pen the powerful lyrics of "Abide With Me."

In the weeks leading up to his passing, Lyte expressed his desire to deliver his final sermon. Despite concerns from his family about his frailty and the potential risks involved, he insisted on proceeding, declaring, "It is better to wear out than to rust out." With unwavering resolve, he trusted in God's grace to enable him to fulfill his wish, undeterred by the possible outcome. He delivered his parting words, confident in God's abiding presence both in this life and for eternity.

Through the timeless words and melodies of "Abide With Me," Lyte conveyed the enduring truth that God's love transcends all temporal and circumstantial limitations. It persists through life's ever-changing seasons and remains unwavering even in its darkest moments.

Pastor Seok-Hwan

REFLECTION AND PRAYER:

Abide With Me

1. 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.

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. 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.

Text: Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847

Music: W.H. Monk, 1823-1889