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abide adore angels bear Behold blessed blest bliss blood break breast breath bright bring child Christ cloud comes Comforter Cross crown dark days go dead dear death deep divine doth earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel feet fire friends give glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus keep King Lamb leave light live Lord meet morn never night o'er once pain peace poor praise pray prayer rest rise round saints Saviour seek shine sight sinful sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit spring stand stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art thoughts true unto voice wait Walk wandering watch weary weep
Стр. 244 - Change and decay in all around I see; 0 Thou, who changest not, abide with me. ? 1 need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Стр. 247 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Стр. 6 - LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene: one step enough for me.
Стр. 271 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not, What joys await us there ! What radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare...
Стр. 252 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Стр. 268 - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, shortlived care ; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there.
Стр. 240 - The trivial round, the common task : Will furnish all we ought to ask : Room to deny ourselves — a road To bring us daily nearer God.
Стр. 17 - Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,