| Bertus Frederick Polman, Marilyn Kay Stulken, James Rawlings Sydnor - Religion - 1994 - 328 pages
...that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awesome day. O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close;... | |
| Jonathon Lazear - Psychology - 1994 - 132 pages
...clear our lives of the debris of the myths we have created about control. Remembrance of Mother 'each me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed." — Thomas Ken Words to Heal the Heart c_J Lx6v aw selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is... | |
| Gabe Huck - Bible - 1995 - 132 pages
...wrong this day we've done; Your peace give to the world, O Lord, That all might live in one accord. Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die that so I may Rise glorious on that final day. One of these psalms, another appropriate psalm, or the Canticle of... | |
| Melissa Musick Nussbaum - Compline - 1995 - 164 pages
...wrong this day we've done; Your peace give to the world, O Lord, That all might live in one accord. Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die that so I may Rise glorious of that final day. Enlighten us, O blessed Light. And give us rest throughout this night.... | |
| Robert Andrews - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1997 - 666 pages
...author, lexicographer. Quoted in lames Boswell, life of Dr. Johnson, entry, Oct. 26, 1769(1791). 30 Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. THOMAS KEN, (1637-1711) British churchman, hymn-writer. "Evening Hymn," St. 3(1695). 31 Death never... | |
| Vera Heck - 1998 - 288 pages
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| David Herbert Lawrence - Fiction - 1998 - 404 pages
...verse of the 'Evening Hymn' ('Glory to thee, my God, this night') of Bishop Thomas Ken (1637-171 1): 'Teach me to live, that I may dread | The grave as little as my bed; | leach me to die, that so I may | Rise glorious at the awful day.' lie can't . . . life, alone: cf.... | |
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