 | Joseph T. Duryea - 2003 - 724 sider
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 | Austin Clarke - 2003 - 404 sider
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 | Sena Jeter Naslund - 2009 - 564 sider
...around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me. ¡fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, the victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine... | |
 | Charles W. Eliot - 2004 - 532 sider
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 | Joe Schrantz - 2004 - 592 sider
...can be? Thro' 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...Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine thro' the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee.... | |
 | Sally Magnusson - 2004 - 152 sider
...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,...Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven 's morning breaks, and earth 's vain shadowsflee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.... | |
 | Peter Horton - 2004 - 406 sider
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 | Anne March - 2004 - 196 sider
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 | John Watson - 2004 - 192 sider
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 | Stephen Caunce - 2004 - 294 sider
...were few more moving sounds than to hear 100,000 voices raised in unison in Henry Francis Lyte's words 'Where is death's sting, where grave thy victory, I triumph still if Thou abide with me.' It must have had particular poignancy for those who had lived through the First and Second World Wars.... | |
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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. 
