 | William Garland Barrett - 1854 - 84 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. Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from thy endless store ; Be every mourner's sleep... | |
 | 1854 - 582 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. LM 106* COLLTZB. An Evening Hymn. i ANOTHER fleeting day is gone ! Slow o'er the west the shadows fly... | |
 | 1854 - 152 psl.
...Thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes ! Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of thy... | |
 | James Slade - 1854 - 222 psl.
...Thou be near : Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live...when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering soul of Thine Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious... | |
 | 1854 - 778 psl.
...gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast I 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. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till, in the... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 212 psl.
...night is nigh, For without Thee we dare not die. If some poor wand'ring child of Thine Have spurn'd to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let Him no more lie down in sin. Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store : Be every mourner's sleep... | |
 | Oswald Guido Hardwig - 1918 - 492 psl.
...gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to test -orever on my Savior's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live...night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take, Till in the ocean of Thy love... | |
 | Lutheran Church--Missouri Synod - 1918 - 836 psl.
...me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Has spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep... | |
 | Edwin Othello Excell - 1918 - 328 psl.
...Thee from Thy servant's eyes! Be my lasttho't how sweet to rest For-ev-er on my Sav-ior's breast! A-bide with me when night is nigh, For with-out Thee I dare not die. A-bide with me till in Thy love I lose my-self in Heaven a-bove. A -MEN. Т 1. Ho-ly, Ho-ly, Ho-ly,... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. - 1911 - 740 psl.
...gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live;...gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep... | |
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