Henry Francis Lyte

Last words: "Peace! Joy!"

— Henry Francis Lyte

Haste thee on from grace to glory,God's own hand shall guide thee there.

— Henry Francis Lyte

A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand,And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.

— Henry Francis Lyte

I need Thy presence every passing hour;Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

— Henry Francis Lyte

Let good or ill befall,Of having all in Thee.

— Henry Francis Lyte