Henry Francis Lyte Quotes

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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.

Henry Francis Lyte

Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me,—
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte

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.

Henry Francis Lyte

Praise my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me his praise should sing?

Henry Francis Lyte

Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me.

Henry Francis Lyte

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee;
God's own hand shall guide thee there.

Henry Francis Lyte

Teach me. Lord, my true condition;
Bring me childlike to Thy knee;
Stripped of every low ambition,
Willing to be led by Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte

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, oh, abide with me!

Henry Francis Lyte

Henry Francis Lyte

Henry Francis Lyte

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Born: June 1, 1793

Died: November 20, 1847 (aged 54)

Bio: Henry Francis Lyte was an Anglican divine, hymn-writer and poet.

Known for:

The Poetical Works of the Rev. H. F. Lyte
Miscellaneous Poems

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