Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,

It is not night if Thou be ear,

O may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide Thee from Thy servants eyes!

When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My wearied eyelids gently sleep,

Be my lat thought, How sweet to rest

For ever on my Saviour’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 wand’ring child of Thine,

Have spurred to day the voice divine

Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;

Let him no more lie down in sin

Watch by sick; enrich the poor

With blessings from Thy boundless Store;

Be every mourner’s sleep to-night

Like infant’s slumbers, pure and light

Come near and bless us when we wake

Ere through the world our way We take,

Till in the ocean ot Thy love

We lose ourselves in heav’n above