121. Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear

1 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.

3 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.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned today, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep tonight,
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

6 Be near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
We lose ourselves in heaven above.

AMEN.

Text Information
First Line: Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear
Title: Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear
Author: John Keble, 1792-1866
Meter: L M
Language: English
Publication Date: 1999
Topic: Epiphany
Tune Information
Name: HURSLEY
Meter: L M
Key: F Major or modal
Source: Adapted from Katholisches



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