Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
John Keble (1792 - 1866)
Contributed by: Zaady
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.
New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.
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