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. Opera - Side 137af Virgil - 1882Fuld visning - Om denne bog
| John Keble - 1827 - 398 sider
...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 gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till... | |
| Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 194 sider
...ipsa morte) it-grieves (piget) not to want (Poet. Orn. y) what I fear 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 my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till... | |
| King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 438 sider
...And all the flowers of life unfold, Let not my heart within me burn, 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... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 sider
...not night if Thou he near; . Oh, may no earth-horn cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes ! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, •* Be my last thoughts how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's hreast. Ahide with me from morn... | |
| 1834 - 514 sider
...is ligl,t, So every grace is love. From the Hymn for Evening, we extract the two following stanzas : When the soft dews of kindly sleep, My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Foiever on my Saviour's hreast. Abide with me from morn to eve,... | |
| William Bourn Oliver Peabody - 1835 - 426 sider
...not night if thou be near ; 0 may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servants' eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My 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... | |
| 1835 - 476 sider
...not night if thou be near : O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide 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... | |
| John Keble - 1837 - 442 sider
...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 gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till... | |
| British and foreign young men's society - 1837 - 556 sider
...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 gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till... | |
| Christian - 1840 - 318 sider
...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 gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till... | |
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