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Above:  Harriet Beecher Stowe, Circa 1880

Image Source = Library of Congress

Reproduction Number = LC-USZ62-11212

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896) was an abolitionist, a conductor of the Underground Railroad, and a novelist most famous for Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1851-1852).


Abide in Me, O Lord, and I in Thee!

Still, Still with Thee:


Posted April 14, 2018 by neatnik2009 in Sources S

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Abide in Me, O Lord, and I in Thee!   1 comment

Above:  St. Julian’s Episcopal Church, Douglasville, Georgia, August 27, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Words (1855) by Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896)


Abide in me, O Lord, and I in thee!

From this good hour, O leave me never more!

Then shall the discord cease, the wound be healed,

The life-long bleeding of the soul be o’er.


Abide in me; o’ershadow by thy love

Each half-formed purpose, and dark thought of sin;

Quench, ere it rise, each selfish, low desire,

And keep my soul as thine, calm and divine.


Abide in me; there have been moments blest

When I have heard thy voice and felt thy power,

Then evil lost its grasp, and passion hushed

Owned the divine enchantment of the hour.


These were but seasons, beautiful and rare;

Abide in me and they shall ever be;

Fulfil at once thy precept, and my prayer,–

Come, and abide in me, and I in thee.


Still, Still With Thee   1 comment

Above:  Spring Morning, by Dwight William Tryon

Image Source = Library of Congress

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1912), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Words (1855) by Harriet Beecher Stowe (1812-1896), U.S. abolitionist and novelist


1.  Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh,

When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;

Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.

2.  Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born;

Alone with thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

3.  Still, still with thee!  As to each newborn morning

A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,

So does this blessed consciousness, awakening,

Breathe each day nearness unto thee and heaven.

4.  So, shall it be at last, in that bright morning,

When the soul waketh and life’s shadows flee;

O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,

Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with thee.