Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. St. Luke 24: 29
These words, spoken by the disciples at Emmaus, rang in the mind of the Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. All his life long the gentle English Methodist had hoped to leave something behind him to testify to the glory of God. Though his books of poems* were well enough received, Lyte feared that they would not long survive him. In 1847, when he was 54, he felt that his life was almost over. Consumption and asthma, from which he had suffered for more than half...
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