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“JAM LUCIS ORTO SIDERE.”
The Star of day hath risen, and we
Must pray our God on bended knee
From all our doings, all this day,
To chase and keep ill powers away.
Must pray our God on bended knee
From all our doings, all this day,
To chase and keep ill powers away.
The tongue to tune, and bridle in
From Discord's harsh, unpitying din:
With soothing hand to screen the sight
From eager gleams of vain delight.
From Discord's harsh, unpitying din:
With soothing hand to screen the sight
From eager gleams of vain delight.
Pure be the secrets of the heart,
Unruly will, stand thou apart.
The proud flesh bruise we, and control
By meat and drink in measured dole.
Unruly will, stand thou apart.
The proud flesh bruise we, and control
By meat and drink in measured dole.
That when the day departs, and we
In course again the dim night see,
By self-denial clean, we may
His glory sing to whom we pray.
In course again the dim night see,
By self-denial clean, we may
His glory sing to whom we pray.
125
To God the Father glory be,
And glory, Only Son, to Thee;
With the most holy Paraclete,
Now, and for ever, as is meet.
And glory, Only Son, to Thee;
With the most holy Paraclete,
Now, and for ever, as is meet.
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