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" 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 - Page 72
1884
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The Quarterly Review, 179. köide

1894
...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...
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The Gospel magazine, and theological review. Ser. 5. Vol. 3, no. 1-July 1874

1871
...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...
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The Christian Year: Thoughts in Verse for the Sundays and Holydays ..., 2. köide

John Keble - 1827 - 296 lehte
...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,...
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Progressive Exercises in Latin Elegiac Verse

Charles Granville Gepp - 1830 - 142 lehte
...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...
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A Liturgy for the Use of the Church at King's Chapel in Boston: Collected ...

King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 381 lehte
...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...
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A Liturgy for the Use of the Church at King's Chapel in Boston: Collected ...

King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 381 lehte
...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...
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The Sacred Harp

1831 - 264 lehte
...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. When round thy wondrous works...
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Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired ...

Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 496 lehte
...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...
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The American Baptist Magazine, 14. köide

1834
...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...
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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship

Francis William Pitt Greenwood - 1835 - 560 lehte
...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...
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