 | John Keble - 1827 - 398 pągines
...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. Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee1'. The Rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt... | |
 | John Keble - 1829 - 406 pągines
...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...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 pągines
...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...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.... | |
 | 1831 - 278 pągines
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 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 438 pągines
...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...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 pągines
...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 till eve, For without... | |
 | 1834 - 514 pągines
...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, For without thee, I cannot live; Abide... | |
 | 1835 - 476 pągines
...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...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,... | |
 | William Bourn Oliver Peabody - 1835 - 426 pągines
...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 eve, For without thee I cannot live... | |
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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. 
