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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. "
Thoughts on prayer - Page 125
by William Boyd Carpenter (bp. of Ripon.) - 1873
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The Ten Virgins: A Sacred Cantata, for Four Solo Voices and Chorus

Alfred Robert Gaul - Cantatas, Sacred - 1906 - 144 pages
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The Christian Year: Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holydays ...

John Keble - Christian poetry, English - 1827 - 398 pages
...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. Amid the howling wintry sea We are in port if we have Thee1'. The Rulers of this Christian land, 'Twixt...
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Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac Verse

Charles Granville Gepp - English poetry - 1830 - 194 pages
...last thought, How sweet to rest For ever on my 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. 1. My wearied eyelids. See Poet. Orn. a. Use part. of "langueo."— 3. Cf. Part I. Exercise XCV.—...
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A Liturgy for the Use of the Church at King's Chapel in Boston: Collected ...

King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - Hymns, English - 1831 - 438 pages
...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...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 27. LM DODDRIDGE. ' Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.' 1 COME, our indulgent Saviour,...
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The Sacred Harp

Great Britain - 1831 - 278 pages
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Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired ...

Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...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...
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The American Baptist Magazine, Volume 14

Baptists - 1834 - 514 pages
...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...
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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship

Bible - 1835 - 476 pages
...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. 578. LM WATTI. Sulvation by Christ. Ps. 85. 1 SALVATION is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust...
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The Springfield Collection of Hymns for Sacred Worship

William Bourn Oliver Peabody - Hymns, English - 1835 - 426 pages
...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...
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Songs of the Free and Hymns of Christian Freedom

Maria Weston Chapman - American poetry - 1836 - 240 pages
...all the flowers of hfe unfuld ; — Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. 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...
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