 | Graham Joyce - 2007 - 324 sider
...no joe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness; Where is death 's sting? Where, Grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Though they didn't sing it well, and some couldn't sing it all. Beatie couldn't make her voice break... | |
 | Charles W. Eliot - 2005 - 529 sider
...can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O, abide with me! I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is...thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloorn, and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: In life... | |
 | Martyn Lloyd-Jones - 2005 - 178 sider
...be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is...Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my dosing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's... | |
 | Wes Brewer - 2005 - 585 sider
...the funeral dawned cold and overcast. Teresina Zola's voice filled Saint Martins as the organ played Abide With Me. Hold thou thy cross before my closing...Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee away Oh thou who changes! not Abide with me The warmth of Teresina's voice was challenged by the bitter... | |
 | John Motson - 2005 - 196 sider
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 | J. P. Vaswani - 2005 - 204 sider
...can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is...thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me! Some of Elte Wheeler Wilcox's poems are very helpful in this connection. I have sung the following... | |
 | Howard Goeringer - 2005 - 330 sider
...material goods. As a stanza of one Christian hymn puts it: I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is...grave thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide in me. If no enemy can destroy our life in Jesus and take away our most cherished wealth, then of whom,... | |
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I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 
