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<h2>SUN OF MY SOUL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Lord God is a sun and shield.” Psalm 84:11</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_k_e_keble_j.jpg" alt="John Keble (1792-1866)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_e_keble_j.html" target="_blank">John Keble</a>, 1820; first published in his <em>The Christian Year</em>, 1827. The words come from a poem that starts “’Tis gone, that bright and orbèd glaze.”
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hursley,” <em>Katholisches Gesangbuch</em>, Vienna, Austria, 1774; adapted from <em>Metrical Psalter</em>, 1855 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hursley.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Keble,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_index.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_k_keble.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Abends,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_a_oakeley_hs.html" target="_blank">Herbert Stanley Oakeley</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_abends.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p><em>Historical Note:</em> Herbert Oakeley composed “Abends” specifically for these words:</p>
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<p>I was, many years ago, impelled to set Keble’s words to music for <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_baker_hw.html" target="_blank">Henry Baker</a>, in consequence of the inadequacy if not vulgarity of the tune which had got into general use. I refer to “Hursley,” which, however, is now less often sung than formerly.</p>
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<p>“Hursley,” strange to say, had been in use in Germany—where, as a rule, chorales (<em>Anglicè</em> hymn tunes) are so dignified and admirable—since <em>circiter</em> 1792, and is attributed to Paul Ritter.</p>
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<p>One of my reasons for disliking it so much is the resemblance it bears to a drinking song, “Se vuol ballare,” in <em>Nozze di Figaro</em>. As Mozart produced that opera in 1786, he is responsible for the opening strain, which suits his Bacchanalian words very well. But to hear “Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,” sung to a lively tune, unsuitable to sacred words, had the effect of driving me out of church.</p>
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<p>Despite Oakeley’s distaste for “Hursley,” we like it.</p>
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<p>Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,<br>
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It is not night if Thou be near;<br>
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O may no earthborn cloud arise<br>
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To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.</p>
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<p>When the soft dews of kindly sleep<br>
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My wearied eyelids gently steep,<br>
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Be my last thought, how sweet to rest<br>
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Forever on my Savior’s breast.</p>
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<p>Abide with me from morn till eve,<br>
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For without Thee I cannot live;<br>
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Abide with me when night is nigh,<br>
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For without Thee I dare not die.</p>
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<p>If some poor wandering child of Thine<br>
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Has spurned today the voice Divine,<br>
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Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;<br>
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Let him no more lie down in sin.</p>
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<p>Watch by the sick, enrich the poor<br>
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With blessings from Thy boundless store;<br>
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Be every mourner’s sleep tonight,<br>
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Like infants’ slumbers, pure and right.</p>
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<p>Come near and bless us when we wake,<br>
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Ere through the world our way we take,<br>
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Till in the ocean of Thy love<br>
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We lose ourselves in heaven above.</p>
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