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Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother clergyman. Lyte says of him:—

"He died happy under the belief that though he had deeply erred, there was One whose death and sufferings would atone for his delinquencies, and be accepted for all that he had incurred;"

and concerning himself he adds:—

"I was greatly affected by the whole matter, and brought to look at life and its issue with a different eye than before; and I began to study my Bible, and preach in another manner than I had previously done."

From Marazion he removed, in 1819, to Lymington, where he composed his Tales on the Lord's Prayer in verse (pub. in 1826); and in 1823 he was appointed Perpetual Curate of Lower Brixham, Devon. That appointment he held until his death, on Nov. 20, 1847. His Poems of Henry Vaughan, with a Memoir, were published in 1846.

His own Poetical works were:—
(1) Poems chiefly Religious 1833; 2nd ed. enlarged, 1845. (2) The Spirit of the Psalms, 1834, written in the first instance for use in his own Church at Lower Brixham, and enlarged in 1836; (3) Miscellaneous Poems (posthumously) in 1868. This last is a reprint of the 1845 ed. of his Poems, with "Abide with me" added. (4) Remains, 1850.
Lyte's Poems have been somewhat freely drawn upon by hymnal compilers; but by far the larger portion of his hymns found in modern collections are from his Spirit of the Psalms. In America his hymns are very popular. In many instances, howe ver, through mistaking Miss Auber's (q. v.) Spirit of the Psalms, 1829, for his, he is credited with more than is his due. The Andover Sabbath Hymn Book, 1858, is specially at fault in this respect. The best known and most widely used of his compositions are "Abide with me, fast falls the eventide”; “Far from my heavenly home"; "God of mercy, God of grace"; "Pleasant are Thy courts above"; "Praise, my soul, the King of heaven"; and "There is a safe and secret place." These and several others are annotated under their respective first lines: the rest in common use are:—
i. From his Poems chiefly Religious, 1833 and 1845.
1. Above me hangs the silent sky. For Use at Sea.
2. Again, 0 Lord, I ope mine eyes. Morning.
3. Hail to another Year. New Year.
4. How good, how faithful, Lord, art Thou. Divine care of Men.
5. In tears and trials we must sow (1845). Sorrow followed by Joy.
6. My [our] rest is in heaven, my [our] rest is not here. Heaven our Home.
7. 0 Lord, how infinite Thy love. The Love of God in Christ.
8. Omniscient God, Thine eye divine. The Holy Ghost Omniscient.
9. The leaves around me falling. Autumn.
10. The Lord hath builded for Himself. The Universe the Temple of God.
11. Vain were all our toil and labour. Success is of God.
12. When at Thy footstool, Lord, 1 bend. Lent.
13. When earthly joys glide swift away. Ps. cii.
14. Wilt Thou return to me, O Lord. Lent.
15. With joy we hail the sacred day. Sunday.

ii. From his Spirit of the Psalms, 1834.
16. Be merciful to us, O God. Ps. lvii.
17. Blest is the man who knows the Lord. Ps. cxii.
18. Blest is the man whose spirit shares. Ps. xli.
19. From depths of woe to God I cry. Ps. cxxxx.
20. Gently, gently lay Thy rod. Ps. vi.
21. Glorious Shepherd of the sheep. Ps. xxiii.
22. Glory and praise to Jehovah on high. Ps. xxix.
23. God in His Church is known. Ps. lxxvi.
24. God is our Refuge, tried and proved. Ps. xlvi.
25. Great Source of my being. Ps. lxxiii.
26. Hear, O Lord, our supplication. Ps. lxiv.
27. How blest the man who fears the Lord. Ps.cxxviii.
28. Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit. Ps. cxxxi.
29. In this wide, weary world of care. Ps. cxxxii.
30. In vain the powers of darkness try. Ps.lii.
31. Jehovah speaks, let man be awed. Ps. xlix.
32. Judge me, O Lord, and try my heart. Ps. xxvi.
33. Judge me, O Lord, to Thee I fly. Ps. xliii.
34. Lord, I have sinned, but O forgive. Ps. xli.
35. Lord, my God, in Thee I trust. Ps. vii.
36. Lord of the realms above, Our Prophet, &c. Ps.xlv.
37. Lone amidst the dead and dying. Ps. lxii.
38. Lord God of my salvation. Ps. lxxxviii.
39. Lord, I look to Thee for all. Ps. xxxi.
40. Lord, I would stand with thoughtful eye. Ps. lxix.
41. Lord, my God, in Thee I trust. Ps. vii.
42. My God, my King, Thy praise I sing. Ps. cviii.
43. My God, what monuments I see. Ps. xxxvi.
44. My spirit on [to] Thy care. Ps. xxxi.
45. My trust is in the Lord. Ps. xi.
46. Not unto us, Almighty Lord [God]. Ps. cxv.
47. O God of glory, God of grace. Ps. xc.
48. O God of love, how blest are they. Ps. xxxvii.
49. O God of love, my God Thou art. Ps. lxiii.
50. O God of truth and grace. Ps. xviii.
51. O had I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove. Ps. lv.
52. O how blest the congregation. Ps. lxxxix.
53. O how safe and [how] happy he. Ps. xci.
54. O plead my cause, my Saviour plead. Ps. xxxv.
55. O praise the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise. Ps. cxlvii.
56. O praise the Lord; ye nations, pour. Ps. cxvii.
57. O praise ye the Lord With heart, &c. Ps. cxlix.
58. O that the Lord's salvation. Ps. xiv.
59. O Thou Whom thoughtless men condemn. Ps. xxxvi.
60. Of every earthly stay bereft. Ps. lxxiv.
61. Our hearts shall praise Thee, God of love. Ps. cxxxviii.
62. Pilgrims here on earth and strangers. Ps. xvi.
63. Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits. Ps. lxv.
64. Praise to God on high be given. Ps. cxxxiv.
65. Praise ye the Lord, His servants, raise. Ps. cxiii.
66. Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears. Pu cxvi.
67. Save me by Thy glorious name. Ps. liv.
68. Shout, ye people, clap your hands. Ps. xlvii.
69. Sing to the Lord our might. Ps. lxxxi.
70. Strangers and pilgrims here below. Ps. cix.
71. Sweet is the solemn voice that calls. Ps. cxxii.
72. The Church of God below. Ps. lxxxvii.
73. The Lord is King, let earth be glad. Ps. xcvii.
74. The Lord is on His throne. Ps. xciii.
75. The Lord is our Refuge, the Lord is our Guide. Ps. xlvii.
76. The mercies of my God and King. Ps. lxxxix.
77. The Lord Who died on earth for men. Ps. xxi.
78. Tis a pleasant thing to fee. Ps. cxxxiii.
79. Thy promise, Lord, is perfect peace. Ps. iii.
80. Unto Thee I lift mine £my] eyes. Ps. cxxiii.
81. Whom shall [should] we love like Thee? Ps. xviii.
Lyte's versions of the Psalms are criticised where their sadness, tenderness and beauty are set forth. His hymns in the Poems are characterized by the same features, and rarely swell out into joy and gladness.

--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)


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Abide, O dearest Jesus, Among us with Thy graceHenry F. Lyte
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide (1209)Henry F. Lyte TextScoreInfo
Abide with me, the Kosmon dawn is hereHenry F. Lyte
Ach bleib' bei mir, weil's Abend worden ist (5)Henry F. Lyte
Again, O Lord, I ope my eyesHenry F. Lyte
Alles will ich, Herr, verlassen (2)Henry F. Lyte
Arise, ye people, and adore (29)Henry F. Lyte
Art thou weary, heavy ladenHenry F. Lyte
As bright and lasting as the sunHenry F. Lyte
As pants the hart for cooling flood [springs] [streams]Henry F. Lyte
As with gladness men of oldHenry F. Lyte
Away, ye ceaseless doubts and fears (2)Henry F. Lyte
Be merciful to us, O God (10)Henry F. Lyte
Bellas tu moradas son (2)Henry F. Lyte
Bleibe bei uns, Herr, wenn es Abend wirdHenry F. Lyte
Blest is the man whose spirit shares (7)Henry F. Lyte
Blest Savior, on thy care (2)Henry F. Lyte
Blif du hos mig, ty afton kommer visstHenry F. Lyte
Church of God, by Christ's salvationHenry F. Lyte
Cul yw'r llwybr imi gerddedHenry F. Lyte
Duw anfeidrol yw Dy enwHenry F. Lyte
Es schreit der Hirsch nach frischem Quell (2)Henry F. Lyte
Far from my heavenly home (95)Henry F. Lyte Text
Father, I my cross have takenHenry F. Lyte
For long I toiledHenry F. Lyte
Gently, gently, lay thy [the] rod (39)Henry F. Lyte
Gently, gently, O my God, on me layHenry F. Lyte
Glorious Shepherd of the sheep (2)Henry F. Lyte
God in his church is knownHenry F. Lyte
God is our refuge, tried and proved (13)Henry F. Lyte
God of mercy, God of grace, Show the brightness (123)Henry F. Lyte Text
God of wisdom, God of graceHenry F. Lyte
Great God, we hail the sacred dayHenry F. Lyte
Great is the Lord, his praise be great (5)Henry F. Lyte
Hark, round the God of love (3)Henry F. Lyte
Heal me Lord, my flesh is weakHenry F. Lyte
Herr, blieb' bei mir, die Sonne schon sich neight (11)Henry F. Lyte
Herr, blieb' bei uns, Der Tag hat sich geneigtHenry F. Lyte
How blest the man who fears the Lord (4)Henry F. Lyte
Humble, Lord, my haughty spirit (8)Henry F. Lyte
Hyfryd lais efengyl hedd Sydd yn galwHenry F. Lyte
I need thy presence every [Lord] [each] passing hourHenry F. Lyte
In tears and trials we must sowHenry F. Lyte
In thee, O Lord, my trust I placeHenry F. Lyte
Is not the way to heavenly gain (2)Henry F. Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken (12)Henry Francis Lyte TextScore
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leaveHenry F. Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave (1020)Henry F. Lyte
Jesus, I my cross have taken, By thy grace to follow theeHenry F. Lyte
Jesus, jag mitt kors vill b'raHenry F. Lyte
Jesus, mein Kreuz will ich tragenHenry F. Lyte
Judge me, O Lord, and try my heartHenry F. Lyte
Know, my soul, thy full salvation (130)Henry F. Lyte
Know, O child, thy full salvation (2)Henry F. Lyte
Let the people praise thee, LordHenry F. Lyte
Lone amidst the dead and dying (6)Henry F. Lyte
Long did I toil and knew no earthly rest (17)Henry F. Lyte
Lord God of my salvation, To thee, to Thee (15)Henry F. Lyte
Lord, how the troublers of my peaceHenry F. Lyte
Lord, I have sinned, but O forgive (2)Henry F. Lyte
Lord, I look for all to thee (15)Henry F. Lyte
Lord of mercy, Lord of graceHenry F. Lyte
Lord of the realms above, Our Prophet (4)Henry F. Lyte
Lord, thy blessings shedHenry F. Lyte
Lord, to our prayer attendHenry F. Lyte
Loud was the wind, and wild the tideHenry F. Lyte
Man in his primal beauty shoneHenry F. Lyte
My God, my King, Thy praise I'll sing (6)Henry F. Lyte
My God, what monuments I see (6)Henry F. Lyte
My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here (123)Henry F. Lyte
My spirit on Thy careHenry F. Lyte Text
My spirit on Thy care, blest Savior, I recline (159)Henry F. Lyte
My trust is in the Lord, What foe can injure me (6)Henry F. Lyte
Not unto us almighty Lord, but to thyself the glory be (7)Henry F. Lyte
O bliv hos mig naar livets kveld er n'rHenry F. Lyte
O had I, my Savior, the wings of a dove (13)Henry F. Lyte
O hallowed Head, compelled to bowHenry F. Lyte
O how blest the congregationHenry F. Lyte
O how safe, how happy he (7)Henry F. Lyte
O learn of me, the Savior cried (17)Henry F. Lyte
O lift your hearts, O, tune your tonguesHenry F. Lyte
O Lord, how good, how great art thou (13)Henry F. Lyte
O Lord, how infinite thy love (13)Henry F. Lyte
O plead my cause, my Savior, pleadHenry F. Lyte
O praise the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise (4)Henry F. Lyte
O praise ye the Lord, his greatness proclaim, Jehovah, our (18)Henry F. Lyte
O praise ye the Lord With heart and with voiceHenry F. Lyte
O that the Lord's salvation (94)Henry F. Lyte
O while thou dost smile upon me (3)Henry F. Lyte
Of earthly stayHenry F. Lyte
Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not hereHenry F. Lyte
Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moanHenry F. Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts aboveHenry F. Lyte
Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light (173)Henry F. Lyte Text
Praise for thee, Lord, in Zion waits (2)Henry F. Lyte
Praise, Lord, for thee in Zion waits (59)Henry F. Lyte Text
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven (335)Henry F. Lyte TextScoreInfo
Praise, my soul, the King of heavenHenry F. Lyte
Praise, O praise the KingHenry F. Lyte
Praise the Lord, his glories [glory] show (108)Henry F. Lyte Text
Praise the Lord, the King of heavenHenry F. Lyte
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore himHenry F. Lyte
Praise to God on high be given (5)Henry F. Lyte
Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears (15)Henry F. Lyte
Savior, I my cross have taken (2)Henry F. Lyte
Savior, lead us for we needHenry F. Lyte
Senor Jesus, la luz del dia [sol] se fue (4)Henry F. Lyte
Sing to the Lord our Might (27)Henry F. Lyte
Som toerstig hjort till k'llan trarHenry F. Lyte
Soul, then know thy full salvation (13)Henry F. Lyte
Stranger and pilgrim here below, I turn for refuge, Lord, to theeHenry F. Lyte
Sweet evening hour, sweet evening hour (9)Henry F. Lyte
Sweet is the solemn voice that calls (14)Henry F. Lyte
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day (2)Henry F. Lyte
Take, my soul, thy full salvation (27)Henry F. Lyte
Teach me, Lord, my true conditionHenry F. Lyte
The Christian, like his Lord of oldHenry F. Lyte
The church of God belowHenry F. Lyte
The leaves around me falling (38)Henry F. Lyte
The Lord hath builded for himselfHenry F. Lyte
The Lord in trouble hear thee (5)Henry F. Lyte
The Lord is our Refuge, the Lord is our GuideHenry F. Lyte
The Lord of all my Shepherd isHenry F. Lyte
The Lord who died on earth for menHenry F. Lyte
The love of God, how safely led, How surely kept, how richly fedHenry F. Lyte
The mercies of my God and King (30)Henry F. Lyte
There is a safe and [a] secret place (103)Henry F. Lyte
Thou, whose never failing arm, Led me all my earthly way (3)Henry F. Lyte
Thy mercy, Lord, the sinner's hope (2)Henry F. Lyte
Thy promise, Lord, is perfect peaceHenry F. Lyte
'Tis a pleasant thing to see (11)Henry F. Lyte
Trig gyda mi, fy Nuw, m''r dydd yn ffoiHenry F. Lyte
Uphold me, Lord, too prone to stray (6)Henry F. Lyte
Vain were all our toil and labor (12)Henry F. Lyte
Vater der BarmherzigkeitHenry F. Lyte
When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend (29)Henry F. Lyte
When earthly joys glide swift awayHenry F. Lyte
When Jesus to my rescue came (3)Henry F. Lyte
While at thy feet, O Lord I bendHenry F. Lyte
Whom should we love like theeHenry F. Lyte
Why bid me like a birdHenry F. Lyte
Yes, he is mine, and naught of earthly things (3)Henry F. Lyte
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