O Lord, my soul's true Sun, to restAuthor: Matthías Jochumsson; Translator: Charles Venn Pilcher
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O Lord, my soul's true Sun, to rest
Day's orb is sinking in the West;
As earth's light fades, upon my sight
Let dawn Thy everlasting light.
Come breathe on us a holy peace;
Bid every haunting fear to cease;
Our sin-sick spirits heal, and aid
Thy servants in Thine image made.
Dear Saviour, seek each wandering child,
Lost on the snow-waste bare and wild,
Until he taste, no more to roam,
The warm love of the Father's home.
Thou knowest, Lord, each secret need;
The hungry from Thy bounty feed;
Spare hearts too weak to conquer wrong,
And in Thy strength, O make them strong.
On all who stray with blinded sight
Mid heathen darkness day and night,
Uplift the shining of Thy face,
And show them Jesus' throne of grace.
O let Thy light with power imbue
Each withered soul to flower anew;
Thy spirit grant mid earthly strife,
Blest earnest of eternal life.
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|Passion-Hymns of Iceland, The #31||AN EVENING INTERCESSION||O Lord, my soul's true Sun, to rest||Matthías Jochumsson; Charles Venn Pilcher||188.8.131.52 D||1913|