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" Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. "
The Bible hymn-book [compiled by H. Bonar]. - Pągina 35
editat per - 1845 - 256 pągines
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

William John Conybeare - 1844
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, How sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine ; Now, Lord, the gracious...
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The Distant Hills

William Adams - 1844 - 104 pągines
...conirfh from the LuTii, /VoAnenl.1,9. -fje Distant |BtlIs. CHAPTER I. Abide with me from morn till e<xt For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. IT was a dreary night, and the wind moaned among the trees of a vast and gloomy forest ; dark wintry...
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The Distant Hills

William Adams - 1844 - 104 pągines
...JWincxxi. 1,2. CHAPTER I. Abide ivith me from morn till ei/e, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide wilh me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. IT was a dreary night, and the wind moaned among the trees of a vast and gloomy forest ; dark wintry...
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A companion to the services of the Church of England for every Sunday in the ...

1845
...weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee 1 dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark : Amid the...
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Sunset; or, The evening of life [extracts].

1845
...E3 Be my last thought, how sweet to rest, For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me, now it is eve, For without thee I cannot live: Abide with me,...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. KEBLE. "Consider how great things he hath done for you." 1 Sam. xii. 24. Loo K on the past—up to...
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The modern poetical speaker; or, A collection of pieces adapted for ...

Fanny Bury Palliser - 1845
...steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn to eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor wand'ring child of thine Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious...
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Hymns for Christian devotion: especially adapted to the Universalist ...

John Greenleaf Adams, Edwin Hubbell Chapin - 1849 - 642 pągines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 949. 7s. M. Evening Hymn. I INTERVAL of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head ! Welcome slumbers...
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Hymns for the Christian Church and Home

James Martineau - 1846
...searching rapturous glance I throw, Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I thee discern. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 5 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till in the ocean of...
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The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry

Christian lyre - 1846 - 80 pągines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark ; Amid the howling, wintry...
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The Cottager's monthly visitor, Volum 26

1846
...soul, for the Lord is there an everlasting light, and the days of mourning shall then be ended : — " Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die." "There is an eye, a mind, a soul of love, Parental, sovereign, infinite, unchanged, Whose vigil hath...
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