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.
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
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
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? - Henry Francis Lyte
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
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
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
Change and decay in all around I see. - Henry Francis Lyte
Change and decay in all around I see.
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
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, …
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. - Henry Francis Lyte
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
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
Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee.
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