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(1165) Evening Hymn.

Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,

It is not night if thou be near;

Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise

To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep

My weary eye-lids gently steep,

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest

Forever on my Savior's breast.

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,

For without thee I cannot live;

Abide with me when night is nigh,

For without thee I dare not die.

4 Come near and bless us when we wake,

Ere thro' the world our way we take,

Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

Rev. J. Keble, 1827.