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