Henry Francis Lyte Quotes
Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee.
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long; And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
