Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,\nIt is not night if thou be near:\nO may no earth-born cloud arise\nTo hide thee from thy servant’s eyes.\n2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep\nMy wearied eyelids gently steep,\nBe my last thought, how sweet to rest\nFor ever on my Saviour’s breast.\n3. Abide with me from morn till eve,\nFor without thee I cannot live;\nAbide with me when night is nigh,\nFor without thee I dare not die.\n4. If some poor wandering child of thine\nHave spurned to-day the voice divine,\nNow, Lord, the gracious work begin;\nLet him no more lie down in sin.\n5. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor\nWith blessings from thy boundless store;\nBe every mourner’s sleep to-night,\nLike infant’s slumbers, pure and light.\n6. Come near and bless us when we wake,\nEre through the world our way we take;\nTill in the ocean of the love\nWe lose ourselves in heaven above.