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ix. Hymn for Sunday.
O blest Creator of the Light,
Who bringing forth the Light of Days
With the first Work of Splendor bright,
The World didst to Beginning raise;
Who bringing forth the Light of Days
With the first Work of Splendor bright,
The World didst to Beginning raise;
Who Morn with Evening joyn'd in one,
Commandedst should be call'd the Day;
The foul Confusion now is gone,
O hear us when with Tears we Pray;
Commandedst should be call'd the Day;
The foul Confusion now is gone,
O hear us when with Tears we Pray;
Lest that the Mind with Fears full fraught,
Should lose best Life's Eternal Gains,
While it hath no Immortal Thought,
But is inwrapt in sinful Chains.
Should lose best Life's Eternal Gains,
While it hath no Immortal Thought,
But is inwrapt in sinful Chains.
O may it beat the inmost Sky,
And the Reward of Life possess;
May we from hurtful Actions fly,
And purge away all Wickedness.
And the Reward of Life possess;
May we from hurtful Actions fly,
And purge away all Wickedness.
Dear Father, grant what we intreat,
And only Son who like Power hast,
Together with the Paraclete,
Reigning whilst Times and Ages last.
And only Son who like Power hast,
Together with the Paraclete,
Reigning whilst Times and Ages last.
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