This is the text of this hymn as it appears in the 1867 edition of Hymns Ancient & Modern. Several verses are omitted from this version, and I will include them once I am able to find them.
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour’s breast.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
If some poor wandering child of Thine
Has spurned today the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep to-night,
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and right.
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.
Words: Rev. John Keble, 1827.
Tune: “Hursley” Katholisches Gesangbuch, 1774.
Alternate Tune: “Abends” Herbert S. Oakeley, 1873.
Alternate Tune: “Herr Gott Vater” Samuel Besler, 1574-1625.
Alternate Tune: “Keble” John B. Dykes, 1875.