 | 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 - 496 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Happy family - 1851 - 228 pàgines
...in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.' " 18 CHAPTEE III. " If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned...gracious work begin — Let him no more lie down in sin." — CHRISTIAN YEAR. Mary Greville was little more than fourteen years of age, but circumstances had... | |
 | 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...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 love,... | |
 | William Thomas PHILIPPS - 1851 - 62 pàgines
...To hide thee from Thy Saviour's eyes ! If some poor wandering child of Thine Has spurned to-day Thy voice divine, Now Lord, the gracious work begin, Let him no more lie down in sin. Watch by the sick, enrich the poor, ' With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
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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. 
