It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought how sweet to rest
Forever on my Savior’s breast.
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in Thee above.