Sun of My Soul

"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 wearied eyelids gently steep,

Be my last tho't, how sweet to rest

Forever on my Savior's breast.

Abide with me from morn til eve,

For without Thee I cannot live;

Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without Thee I dare not die.

Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere thru the world our way we take;

Till in the ocean of Thy love,

We lose outselves in heav'n above."

John Keble, 1820