Abide with me from morn to eve, / For without Thee I cannot live: / Abide with me when night is nigh. / For without Thee I dare not die. |
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray. |
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet. |
Be every mourner's sleep tonight / Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. |
If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish |
New every morning is the love / Our wakening and uprising prove. |
Peace is the first thing the angels sang. |
The trivial round, the common task, / Would furnish all we ought to ask; / Room to deny ourselves, a road / To bring us, daily, nearer God. |
The trivial round, the common task, / Would furnish all we ought to ask; / Room to deny ourselves, a road / To bring us, daily, nearer God. |
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, / That earliest wedding day. |
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes. |
We need not bid, for cloistered cell, / Our neighbour and our work farewell. / Nor strive to wind ourselves too high / For sinful man beneath the sky. |