Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour 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?

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

Abide With Me From Morn To Eve, / For Without Thee I Cannot Live: / Abide With Me When Night Is Nigh. / For Without Thee I Dare Not Die.

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