 | Christian - 1840 - 318 psl.
...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 I cannot live...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... | |
 | Christian - 1840 - 312 psl.
...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 I cannot live...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... | |
 | Andrew Preston Peabody - 1840 - 178 psl.
...how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For witiiout thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 121. Love to God. LM Hamburg. E. Taylor. 1 " THUS shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart,... | |
 | 1841 - 588 psl.
...gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Savior's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 688 I" M. WATTS. Morning or Evening. 1 MY God. how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening... | |
 | 1841 - 598 psl.
...gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Savior's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live...when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 688 LM WATTS. Morning or Evening. 1 MY Clod, how endless is thy love ! Thy gifts are every evening... | |
 | 1841 - 686 psl.
...greatly 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 I cannot live : Abide with mo when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. After a brief meditation on these striking... | |
 | 1845 - 80 psl.
...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 I cannot live...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die." QUESTIONS UPON OUR TWO NAMES. 1. How many names have we all ? Two. 2. What are they called ? ... | |
 | John Keble - 1842 - 332 psl.
...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 I cannot live:...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: * [" Les phiisirs sont... | |
 | 1862 - 912 psl.
...where the battle had taken place ; and found, not an Indian, but an enormous black bear. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live...Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I cannot die. THE festivals in this month are : The Purification of the blessed Virgin Mary, or Presentation... | |
 | 1843 - 202 psl.
...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 I cannot live...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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