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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 Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred Poetry

Christian - 1840 - 312 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...
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Psalms and hymns for every Sunday in the year, as appointed to be sung in ...

1840 - 52 lehte
...not thou, O Lord, forsake us, But to dwell in glory take us, With thee on high. Evening. (LM) 27 — 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 servants' eyes, When the soft dews of kindly...
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The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred Poetry

Christian - 1840 - 318 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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The Christian Psalter: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Social and ...

1841 - 586 lehte
...mantling cloud has hid from sight The last, faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night, if thou be near ; O, may no...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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The Christian Psalter: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Social and ...

1844 - 586 lehte
...mantling cloud has hid from sight The last, faint pulse of quivering light. 2 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night, if thou be near ; O, may no...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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The Christian Psalter: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Social and ...

1841 - 598 lehte
...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 to rest Forever on my Savior's breast. 4 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without...
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Magazine for the young, 4. köide

1845 - 80 lehte
...they knew Him, "Abide with us." Such is the prayer which this season may put into our mouths : — " 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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The Christian year [by J. Keble, ed. by G.W. Doane]. 1st Amer. ed. 3rd Amer. ed

John Keble - 1842 - 332 lehte
...from our wistful gaze; Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light. 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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A selection of psalms and hymns, alphabetically arranged; an appendix to ...

Charles Parker Price - 1843 - 116 lehte
...endless day, And wipe the latest tear away. 99 HYMN XCII. Them also which sleep in Jesus. 1 Thea. iv. 14. 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. Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It...
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A present for young churchmen

Present - 1843 - 236 lehte
...Think that thou hast Thy life but lent — Thy breath a blast. From BISHOP COSIN'S Hours of Prayer. 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, For without...
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