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AS THE SUN DOTH DAILY RISE.

KING ALFRED, (849-901)

TR. BY EARL NELSON,) 1823- ), 1864.

"Innocents." 7s.

Ascribed to Thibaut, (1201-1258

1. As the sun doth daily rise, Brightening all the morning skies, 2. Day by day pro-vide us food, For from Thee come all things good; 3. Be our Guard in sin and strife, Be the Lead-er of our life;

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To Thee for precious gifts of grace Thy ransomed people pray.

For strength to do Thy will For true com-mu-nion ev

be-low As angels do

a-bove. er-more With all Thy bless-ed saints. A-men.

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fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless! O a- bide with me! all a-round I see; O Thou who changest not! a- bide with me! guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O a - bide with me!

4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee.
In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me!

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SUN OF MY SOUL.
"Hursley." L. M.

REV. JOHN KEBLE, (1792-1866) 1820.

Franz Josef Haydn, (1732-1809) 1792. Arr. by William Henry Monk, (1823-1889) 1861.

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Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 2. When the soft dews of kind-ly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, A-bide with me from morn till eve, For with-out Thee I can - not live;

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O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Be my last thought: how sweet to rest, For ev er on my Sa-vior's breast.
Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. A-men.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store,
Be every mourner's sleep to-night

Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

NOW THE DAY IS OVER.
"Merrial." 6. 5.

REV. SABINE BARING-GOULD, (1834- ) 1865.

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