1 Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,
it is not night if thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
to hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
my weary eyelids gently steep,
be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Savior's breast.
3 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.
4 If some poor wand'ring child of thine
have spurned today the voice divine,
now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
let him no more lie down in sin.
5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
with blessings from thy boundless store;
be ev'ry mourner's sleep tonight,
like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 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 heav'n above.
|First Line:||Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear|
|Title:||Sun of My soul, Thou Savior Dear|
|Author:||John Keble (1820)|
|Topic:||The Church: Evening; Abiding in Christ; Need for Christ of God(1 more...)|
|Source:||Katholisches Gesangbuch, Vienna, ca. 1774; alt.|