Sun of my soul, my Savior dear, it is not night if Thou be near; oh, may no earthborn cloud arise to
hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
When the soft dews of kindly sleep my weary eyelids gently steep, be my last thought, how sweet to rest forever on my Savior's breast.
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.
Come near and bless us when we wake, ere through the world our way we take; till in the ocean of Thy love, we lose ourselves in heav'n above.
John Keble, 1792-1866