Hymns of the Christian Church.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
John Keble17921866
Modern HymnsSun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear
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It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes!
My weary eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour’s breast!
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night,
Like infant slumbers, pure and light.
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.