Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear,

Once You Make Up Your Mind Never To Stand Waiting And Hesitating When Your Conscience Tells You What You Ought To Do, And You Have Got The Key To Every Blessing That A Sinner Can Reasonably Hope For.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Peace Is The First Thing The Angels Sang.

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

Sweet Is The Infant's Waking Smile, And Sweet The Old Man's Rest-- But Middle Age By No Fond Wile, No Soothing Calm Is Blest.