John Keble (1792 – 1866)
English churchman, one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement, and gave his name to Keble College, Oxford.
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Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask.
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed
Forsaken feels her present God again
And in her Father's arms
Contented dies away.
'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
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.
The deeds we do, the words we say,
Into still air they seem to fleet;
We count them ever past;
But they shall last —
In the dread judgment they
And we shall meet.
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