1.
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
2.
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
3.
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
Henry Francis Lyte
4.
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.
Henry Francis Lyte
5.
I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Henry Francis Lyte
6.
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
7.
Change and decay in all around I see.
Henry Francis Lyte
