| Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near; O may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. | | 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. | | 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 today the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. | | Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep tonight, 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 of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. | |