Quotes from Henry Francis 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.

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.