Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear,

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

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

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

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.