Classic Poem

I CLOSE my heavy eye,—
Saviour ever near!
I lift my soul on high
Through the darkness drear.
Be thou my light, I cry,
Saviour ever dear!

I feel thine arms around,
Saviour, ever near!
With thee let me be found,
So shall I never fear,
Whatever ill abounds;—
Saviour, ever dear!

Thine is the day and night,
Saviour, ever near;
Thine is the dark and light,—
Be thou my covert here;
O shield me with thy might,
Saviour, ever dear!

And when I come to die,
Saviour, ever near,
Receive my parting sigh:
And, in the hour of fear,
Be to my spirit nigh,
Saviour, ever dear!