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…

- 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, …

- Henry Francis Lyte

Change and decay in all around I see.

- Henry Francis Lyte

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

- 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

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

I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

- Henry Francis Lyte