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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 268 - BRIEF life is here our portion ; Brief sorrow, shortlived care ; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life, is there.
Página 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.
Página 17 - Though dark my path, and sad my lot, Let me be still and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,