Sun of My Soul

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.