Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear, |
It is not night if Thou be near; |
O may no earthborn cloud arise |
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes. |
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When the soft dews of kindly sleep |
My wearied eyelids gently steep, |
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest |
Forever on my Savior’s breast. |
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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. |
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If some poor wandering child of Thine |
Has spurned today the voice divine, |
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; |
Let him no more lie down in sin. |
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Watch by the sick, enrich the poor |
With blessings from Thy boundless store; |
Be every mourner’s sleep tonight, |
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and right. |
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Come 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. |