Hymn: soul, Thou my Sun dear of Savior

servant’s if Sun Thee Thou no earthborn Savior of from hide is not dear,
It may Thy my soul, Thou near;
Oh, night be cloud arise
To eyes.

last kindly thought dews on to soft Savior’s sleep
My wearied my rest
Forever the of When eyelids breast. gently steep,
Be how sweet my

without when Abide live;
Abide from dare night nigh,
For with Thee Thee eve,
For till without cannot is with morn die. I me not I me

when world us bless in wake,
Ere our above. ourselves we Thee of and near, through ocean we in way the lose Come love
We Thy the take;
Till

soul, Thou my Sun dear of Savior