 | 1851 - 496 pàgines
...all the flowers of life unfold ; — Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. When the soft dews of kindly sleep, My wearied eyelids...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Adams, Edwin Hubbell Chapin - 1851 - 638 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. 949. 7S. M. DODDRIDGE. Evening Hymn. 1 INTERVAL of grateful shade, Welcome to my weary head ! Welcome... | |
 | 1851 - 268 pàgines
...eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on rny Saviour's breast. 3rd Verse. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...night is nigh, ' For without Thee I dare not die. 43 tojrm1. No. L Sty dear young Friendt, The employment in which you are engaged is a novel one. We... | |
 | Henry Kemp Richardson - 1851 - 364 pàgines
...my last thought — how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 3 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. 4 Come near and bless me when I wake, Ere thro' the world my way I take, Till, in the ocean of Thy... | |
 | Edward Meyrick Goulburn - 1851 - 68 pàgines
...to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I caunot live ; Abide with me 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... | |
 | Choice descriptive poetry - 1852 - 112 pàgines
...And all the flowers of life unfold : Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. When the soft dews of kindly sleep, My wearied eyelids...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Thomas Hartwell Horne - 1852 - 354 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...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... | |
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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. 
