 When 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.  The Guardian - Stran 721884Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1894 - 602 strani
...the works of thousands of controversialists before him have done ; and we would rather have written ' Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near,' than have composed all the ninety tracts and every pamphlet which defended or answered them. For though... | |
 | 1871 - 592 strani
...When Christ the Sun of Eighteousness rises upon our souls, wo bask iu His beams, and exclaim — " Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; O. let no eavthborn cloud arise, To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes." 13ut there are times when the... | |
 | John Keble - 1827 - 398 strani
...traveller on his way must press, No gleam to watch on tree or tower, Whiling away the lonesome hour. Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near : Oh may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes. Tracing out Wisdom, Power,... | |
 | Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 194 strani
...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 gently steep, Be my last thought, How sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast ! Abide with me from morn till eve, 5 For... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 438 strani
...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 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... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 564 strani
...traveller on his way must press, No gleam to watch on tree or tower, Whiling away the lonesome hour. 3 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It is not night if thou be near : 0 may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 4 When with dear friends sweet... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 strani
...EVENING HYMN. UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou he near; . Oh, may no earth-horn cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes !...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... | |
 | 1834 - 514 strani
...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... | |
 | 1835 - 476 strani
...our wistful gaze ; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It is not night...cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet... | |
 | 1835 - 494 strani
...hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! , i It is 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 gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet... | |
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