 | William Balmbro'. Flower - 1848 - 304 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... | |
 | Robert Cassie Waterston - 1848 - 702 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. 578. LM WATTS. Salvation by Christ. Pa. 85. 1 SALVATION is forever nigh The souls that fear and trust... | |
 | John Cumming - 1848 - 674 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I cannot die ! XIII. Intercession. [PLEYEL.] Amid the howling, wintry sea, We are in port, if we have... | |
 | William Adams - 1849 - 426 pàgines
...from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.— Ptalm cxxi. 1, 2. THE «!re Distent 3Mlk CHAPTER I. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...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... | |
 | West Church (Boston, Mass.) - 1849 - 558 pàgines
...wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever 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. 5 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take Till in the ocean of thy... | |
 | Henry Stretton - 1850 - 184 pàgines
...up the hill of scorn, Teach Thou Thy priests their daily Cross, To bear as Thine, nor count it loss. If some poor wandering child of Thine, Have spurned...the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. Come near... | |
 | Lewis Macnaughten Humbert - 1850 - 72 pàgines
...Be 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...die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine, Have spurn'd, to day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin, Let him no more lie down in... | |
 | Henrietta Louisa Lear - 1850 - 376 pàgines
...(the parting gift to her mother from her pastor), which had always been great favorites with Becca : " Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die" she was sinking off into a dreamy state, in which she fancied herself and Bryan little children again,... | |
 | Edward Meyrick Goulburn - 1851 - 68 pàgines
...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 work...the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. Come near... | |
 | 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... | |
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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. 
