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Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear, |
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It is not night if Thou be near; |
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O may no earthborn cloud arise |
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To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes. |
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When the soft dews of kindly sleep |
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My wearied eyelids gently steep, |
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Be my last thought, how sweet to rest |
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Forever on my Savior’s breast. |
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Abide with me from morn till eve, |
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For without Thee I cannot live; |
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Abide with me when night is nigh, |
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For without Thee I dare not die. |
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If some poor wandering child of Thine |
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Has spurned today the voice divine, |
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Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; |
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Let him no more lie down in sin. |
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Watch by the sick, enrich the poor |
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With blessings from Thy boundless store; |
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Be every mourner’s sleep tonight, |
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Like infants’ slumbers, pure and right. |
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Come near and bless us when we wake, |
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Ere through the world our way we take, |
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Till in the ocean of Thy love |
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We lose ourselves in Heaven above. |