Quotes by H. F. 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.

— H. F. 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 smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.

— H. F. 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!

— H. F. Lyte

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

— H. F. Lyte