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

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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

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Abide with me: fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

- Henry Francis Lyte

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I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

- Henry Francis Lyte

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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

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Change and decay in all around I see.

- Henry Francis Lyte

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