6. Hymn: Sun of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Hymn: Sun of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Author: John Keble (1792-1866)

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(Music)

(Sheet Music)

1. Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,

    It is not night if thou be near;

    O may no earth-born cloud arise

    To hide thee from thy servant‵s eyes.

2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep

    My weary eyelids gently steep,

    Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

    For ever 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

    Have spurned today the voice Divine,

    Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;

    Let him no more lie down in sin.

5. 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.

6. 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.

3. Hymn: Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear

Author: John Keble (1792-1866)

Tune: HURSLEY, by Peter Ritter

(Vocal)

(Music)

1. 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.

2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
    My weary 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
    Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
    Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
    Let him no more lie down in sin.

5. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
    With blessings from Thy boundless store;
    Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
    Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6. 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.

2. Hymn: The Watch by Night

The Watch by Night 

Author: John Keble 

The Ark Of God is in the field,
Like clouds around the alien armies sweep;
Each by his spear, beneath his shield,
In cold and dew the anointed warriors sleep.  

And can it be thou liest awake,      
Sworn watchman, tossing on thy couch of down?
And doth thy recreant heart not ache
To hear the sentries round the leaguered town?  

Oh dream no more of quiet life;
Care finds the careless out; more wise to vow      
Thine heart entire to Faith’s pure strife;
So peace will come thou know’st not when or how.