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 More Quotes by Henry Francis Lyte More Quotes From Henry Francis Lyte Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. Henry Francis Lyte darknesslordfall 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 kneeshumilityambition A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, Henry Francis Lyte cheersonghands I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Henry Francis Lyte hoursgraceneeds 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. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me. Henry Francis Lyte failurelifefall Change and decay in all around I see. Henry Francis Lyte decay
