Songs

Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,

		
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				L.M.

1	Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
	It is not night if Thou be near; 
	Oh,  may no earthborn cloud arise 
	To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes. 

2	When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
	My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
	Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
	Forever on my Saviour’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 wandering child of Thine 
	Has spurned today the voice Divine, 
	Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; 
	Let him no more lie down in sin. 

5	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.

					J.Keble