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| 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! | |
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| When the soft dews of kindly sleep | 5 |
| My weary eyelids gently steep, | |
| Be my last thought how sweet to rest | |
| Forever on my Saviour’s breast! | |
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| Abide with me from morn till eve, | |
| For without Thee I cannot live; | 10 |
| Abide with me when night is nigh, | |
| For without Thee I dare not die. | |
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| If some poor wandering child of Thine | |
| Have spurned to-day the voice divine, | |
| Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; | 15 |
| Let him no more lie down in sin. | |
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| Watch by the sick; enrich the poor | |
| With blessings from Thy boundless store; | |
| Be every mourner’s sleep to-night, | |
| Like infant slumbers, pure and light. | 20 |
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| 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. | |
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