And Help Us, This And Every Day,

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

And Help Us, This And Every Day, To Live More Nearly As We Pray.

Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See Our God. The Secret Of The Lord Is Theirs; Their Soul Is Christ's Abode.

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?

Sprinkled Along The Waste Of Years Full Many A Soft Green Isle Appears: Pause Where We May Upon The Desert Road, Some Shelter Is In Sight, Some Sacred Safe Abode.