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,
Be My Last 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 Wandering Child Of Thine
Have Spurned To-Day The Voice Divine,
Now, Lord, The Gracious Work Begin ;
Let Him No More Lie Down In Sin.

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 Heaven Above.