 | John Keble - 1827 - 394 страница
...burn, Except in all I Thee discern. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee 1 '. f The" Rulers of this Christian land,... | |
 | John Keble - 1829 - 406 страница
...burn, Except in all I Thee discern. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on...die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through ^he tempest thine own ark : Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if^we have Thee u . The Rulers... | |
 | Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 194 страница
...to lose. EXERCISE XIII. (Keble). When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, How sweet to rest For ever on...Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, 5 For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 438 страница
...Except in all I thee discern. 5 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. 6 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh,... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 страница
...eyelids gently steep, •* Be my last thoughts how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's hreast. Ahide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Ahide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering child of... | |
 | 1834 - 514 страница
...steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Foiever on my Saviour's hreast. Abide with me from morn to eve, For without thee, I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thec, I date not die. But there is no end to these beautiful passages, and we must content ourselves... | |
 | William Bourn Oliver Peabody - 1835 - 426 страница
...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. Keble. 549. c. M. Evening Hymn. 1 IN mercy, Lord, remember me, This instant passing night ; And grant... | |
 | 1835 - 476 страница
...thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 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. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh,... | |
 | Edward Scobell - 1836 - 228 страница
...thee from thy servant's eyes. When freshening dews of kindly sleep My 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, Apart from thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, Apart from thee I dare not die. HYMN... | |
 | John Keble - 1837 - 442 страница
...burn, Except in all I Thee discern. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Evemny. 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... 
