 | Augustana Evangelical Lutheran Church - 1925 - 976 pàgines
...Thy servant's eyes. Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For-ev-er on my Sav-iour's breast. A - MEN. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | 1910 - 992 pàgines
...My weary 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. If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | 1883 - 504 pàgines
...know a hymn says, — " Abide witb me from morn till ere, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide witb me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die." We all need a friend who will stand by ns in the mire, for as such sin is described in the Word of... | |
 | Canterbury Press - 1989 - 540 pàgines
...eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide...night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wand'ring child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | Marchiene Vroon Rienstra - 1992 - 286 pàgines
...my weary eyelids gently steep, be my last thought, how sweet to rest forever on my Savior's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, for without Thee...when night is nigh, for without Thee I dare not die. Watch by the sick, enrich the poor with blessings from Thy boundless store; be every mourner's sleep... | |
 | William J. Petersen, Randy Petersen - 1995 - 772 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Savior'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 Has spurned, today, the voice divine. Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - 1996 - 304 pàgines
...relays the poet's "night thoughts." The temporal night blends ineluctably with the night of extinction: Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. If we compare this with HF Lyte's "Abide with me" we at once perceive how much more intense and anguished... | |
 | George Eliot - 2001 - 164 pàgines
...8 from 'Evening II' in John Keble's The Christian Year (1827), suggested by Mudford: (Everyman edn) 'Abide with me from morn till eve,/ For without Thee...night is nigh,/ For without Thee I dare not die.' In her subsequent novels Eliot frequently invented supposed old ballads or poems for the epigraphs... | |
 | Michael Counsell - 2001 - 218 pàgines
...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 wand'ring child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | Kenneth W. Osbeck - 2002 - 404 pàgines
...my weary eyelids gently steep, be my last thought; how sweet to rest forever on my Savior's breast! Abide with me from morn till eve, for without Thee...when night is nigh, for without Thee I dare not die. Be near to bless me when I wake, ere thru the world my way I take; abide with me till in Thy love I... | |
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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. 
