EVENING 551 Sun of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear L. M. Hursley Luke 24: 29 John Keble, 1820, cento “Allgemeines Gesangbuch” Vienna, 1775, ad. Thee spurned with wea is sleep day out to eye ried not night Thine eve, Has For My It the I lids if poor with soft my some bide dear, the wan me dews soul, If 3 A 2 When 1 Sun 4 of child morn till of ly ior Thou Sav kind d’ring from of be is to a gin; nigh, rest rise cious when how born work night sweet cloud Thou gen can voice vine, live; steep, near. Be Oh, di not tly be the with last no A gra me thought earth Now, may my bide Lord, I Thy my more lie serv Sav dare down To For For Let Thee er out no from on with hide ev Thee him men. sin. eyes. breast. die. ant’s ior’s not in A 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store; Be ev’ry mourner’s sleep tonight, Like infant’s slumbers, 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 heav’n above.