Hymn #821: Sun of my soul, my Saviour dear

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1. Sun of my soul, my Saviour dear,
it is not night if you are near;
oh may no earthborn cloud arise
to hide you from your servant's eyes.

2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
my wearied eyelids gently steep,
be my last thought: How sweet to rest
forever on my Saviour's breast.

3. Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
with blessings from your boundless store;
be every mourner's sleep tonight,
like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

4. Come near and bless us when we wake,
as through the world our way we take,
till in the ocean of your love
we lose ourselves in heaven above.

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