Last words: "Peace! Joy!" - Henry Francis Lyte

Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer,
Heaven's eternal day's before thee;
God's own hand shall guide thee there.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What, but Thy grace, can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!

Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me,—
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.