XXVII.—EVENING HYMN.
John Keble.
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!
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
John Keble.
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!
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,