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 soft the dews of kindly sleep

My wearied 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 can not live;

Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without thee I dare not die.

4 Be near to bless me when I wake,

Ere through the world my way I take;

Abide with me till in thy love

I lose myself in heaven above.