Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear,

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

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

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.

If The Church Of England Were To Fail, It Would Be Found In My Parish