Sun Of My Soul, Thou Savior Dear,

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

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

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

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.