 | John Keble - Christian poetry, English - 1827 - 394 pages
...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...me 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... | |
 | John Keble - Church year - 1828 - 426 pages
...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...me 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... | |
 | John Keble - Church year - 1829 - 406 pages
...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...me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through \he tempest thine own ark : Amid the howling... | |
 | Charles Granville Gepp - English poetry - 1830 - 194 pages
...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...me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 1. My wearied eyelids. See Poet. Ovn. a. Use part, of "langueo."—3. Of. Part I. Exercise XCV.—5.... | |
 | 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...me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Ui • J_i. JM. DODDRIDGE. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.' 1 COME, our... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - Hymns, English - 1831 - 458 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...me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. ^27. I.. ]M. DoBDRIDdE. Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.' 1 COME, our indulgent... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - Hymns, English - 1831 - 564 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...me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. &!• LM DODDRIDOE. ' Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.' 1 COME, our indulgent... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...Thy servant's eyes! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, «• Forever on my Saviour's breast. Abide with me from morn till...Thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin,— Let him no more... | |
 | John Keble - 1834 - 428 pages
...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...me 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... | |
 | Maria Weston Chapman - American poetry - 1836 - 240 pages
...And all the flowers of life unfuld;— Let not my heart within me burn, Except in all I Thee discern. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee...me 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... | |
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For ever on my Saviour's breast! 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. If some poor wandering child of 
