Hymn 21.
L. M.
“Sun of my Soul! Thou Saviour dear.”
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near;
Oh! 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
For ever 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
Has spurned, 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 boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night
Like infant slumbers, pure and light.
6 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 heav’n above.
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