Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near. Oh, May No Earthborn Cloud Arise To Hide Thee From Thy Servant's Eyes.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

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

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

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