 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 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 wandering child of thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine ; Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | William Adams - 1844 - 134 pàgines
...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... | |
 | William Adams - 1844 - 134 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 450 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Sunset - 1845 - 120 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 pàgines
...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Adams, Edwin Hubbell Chapin - 1849 - 676 pàgines
...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... | |
 | James Martineau - 1846 - 538 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Christian lyre - 1846 - 188 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. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark ; Amid the howling, wintry... | |
 | 1846 - 444 pàgines
...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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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. 
