Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear,

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

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.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?

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.