Blessed Jesus, meek and lowly,
With us, here, take thine abode;
I would fain like thee be holy,
Humbly walking with my God.
I would thy sweet Spirit cherish,
Welcome in my heart thy stay;
Lest, without thine aid, we perish,
O, abide with us, we pray.
Guide me in the path to heaven,
Rugged though that path may be;
Let each bitter cup that’s given,
Serve to draw me nearer thee.
In thy footsteps traced before me,
There I see earth’s scorn and frown;
There is suffering ere the glory,
There’s a cross before the crown.
In thy vineyard let me labor,
Of thy goodness let me tell;
All is ill without thy favor—
With thy presence all is well.
While the evening shadows gather,
Through this dreary night of tears,
“Tarry with me, O my Saviour,”
Till the morning light appears.
Then with thee may I forever
Reign, with all the good and blest,
Where no sin from thee can sever,
Where the weary are at rest.
There to praise the matchless Giver,
There with angels to adore,
Him who did through grace deliver
Us from death forevermore.