The Lord, A Sun And Shield

Sun of my soul, my Father dear, I know no night when thou art near. O! may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant' s eyes.

Shield of my soul, tho' tempests rage, And ' gainst me hosts of foes engage, My refuge and my fortress thou, Before thee ev' ry foe must bow.

Thy grace and glory thou dost give To those who near thee ever live; And no good thing dost thou withhold From sheep which stray not from thy fold.

Thy choicest treasure, e' en thy Son, Thy well beloved and only one, Freely thou gavest once for me, From sin and death to set me free.

Yea, thou who sparedst not thy Son, Whose sacrifice our ransom won, Shalt, with him, all things freely give; He lives, a pledge that we shall live.