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 Copy Share Image
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the… — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weights, and tearsno bitterness; — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
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… — Henry Francis Lyte Copy Share Image
