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.
Give us grace to listen well.
Peace is the first thing the angels sang.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
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.
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.