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 weary eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Savior'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 wand'ring child of Thine
Have spurn'd to-day 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 bounteous store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light!
6 Come near, and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
And lead us by Thy hand of love,
Until we reach our home above.
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First Line: | Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | The Catechism; Daily Devotion : Evening |
Notes: | Author from Index: J. Keble |