6. I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter’s power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! 7. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness. Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still if Thou abide with me. 8. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! H. F. Lyte, 1847. 41 S. M. The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; O may I ever keep in mind The night of death draws near. 2. Lord, keep me safe this night, Secure from all my fears; May angels guard me while I sleep, Till morning light appears. 3. And when I early rise And view th’ unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize And after glory run, 4. That, when my days are past And I from time remove, Lord, I may in Thy bosom rest, The bosom of Thy love. J. Leland, 1792. 42 L. M. 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 wearied eyelids 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. If some poor wandering child of Thine Has 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 slumbers, pure and light. 6. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; And lead us by Thy hand of love Until we reach our home above. J. Keble, 1820. 43 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7 Through the day Thy love hath spared us, Now we lay us down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest: Jesus, Thou our Guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in Thee.