563. Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear.

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1. Sun of my soul, Thou Sav - iour dear, 2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep

Attributed to PETER RITTER, 1792.

It is not night if Thou be near;
My wea-ried eye- lids gently steep,

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O may no earth-born cloud a- rise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For-ev-er on my Sav-iour's breast. A-MEN.

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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 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumber, pure and light.

6 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 heaven above.
John Keble, 1827. a.

564. The Day Departs, Yet Thou Art Near.

rules the world be - low, Bound-less in pow'r and love. Our thanks we bring In

joy and praise, Our hearts we raise To heaven's King.

2 May every mountain height,

Each vale and forest green
Shine in Thy Word's pure light,
And its rich fruits be seen!

May every tongue

Be turned to praise,

And join to raise

A grateful song.

3 Earth! hear thy Maker's voice,

Thy great Redeemer own;

Believe, obey, rejoice,

And worship Him alone.

Cast down thy pride,

Thy sin deplore,
And bow before

The Crucified.

Francis Scott Key, 1832. a.

569. We Plow the Fields, and Scatter.

1. We plow the fields, and scat - ter The good seed on the land,

He sends the snow in win ter, The warmth to swell the grain,

sun shine, And soft, re-fresh-ing rain.