Clergyman's

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

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!
- 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.
- Henry Francis Lyte

Last words: ""Peace! Joy!
- Henry Francis Lyte

Last words: ""Peace! Joy!
- Henry Francis Lyte

Last words: ""Peace! Joy!
- Henry Francis Lyte

Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me,—
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.
- Henry Francis 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.
- Henry Francis Lyte