This experience brought to my mind the gracious sufficiency of Him whom every believer confesses as
“Sun of My Soul”
Years of constructive service were given by Dr. Charles N. Sims to the important task of building up Syracuse University. It was during the time of the early struggles of the development of that institution that he served heroically as the Chancellor. Later there followed some years of pulpit activity. Then came the time of retirement from educational and pastoral leadership, and he returned to his native state of Indiana to spend the eventide of life.
When it was evident that the time of his home-going was near, a member of the family went to the piano and played the hymn he greatly loved. Softly also it was sung:
“Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near.”
The second stanza was reached:
“When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest