 | Thomas Hartwell Horne - 1852 - 354 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...me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not dia. 4 Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest Thine own ark, Amid the howling... | |
 | Edward Meyrick Goulburn - 1852 - 100 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. II. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. ill. If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | Introits - 1852 - 270 pàgines
...not night if Thou be near : Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 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 spurn' d to-day, the Voice Divine, Now, LOBD, the gracious... | |
 | Form - 1852 - 120 pàgines
...not night if Thou art near, O let no earth-born clouds arise To hide Thee from Thy servants' eyes. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of Thy... | |
 | Choice descriptive poetry - 1852 - 112 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. Come near, and bless us when we wake, 'Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of... | |
 | Edward Henry Bickersteth (bp. of Exeter.) - 1852 - 202 pàgines
...or wealth, or fame, is not the language of your heart to your Saviour, " 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 ? ' ' EVENING. 2Cfje i^fofcen Saint. " I flee unto thee to hide me." — PsA..cxliii. 9. WE have considered... | |
 | Durham city, sch - 1852 - 486 pàgines
...steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from mom till eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee 1 dare not die. 17 IDEM LATINE REDDITüM. Aspice, fulgentem pronus Sol condidit orbem : Spectantum... | |
 | George Cosby WHITE - 1853 - 156 pàgines
...not night if Thou be near : Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 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 spurn'd to-day the Voice Divine, Now, LORD, the gracious... | |
 | George Dawson - 1853 - 552 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... | |
 | 1853 - 596 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 543. LM WATTS. "Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations." Ps. 90. 2 Long hadst thou... | |
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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. 
