Holy Father, Holy Son, COMPLİNE. FOR THE SEASON OF ADVENT. (In noctis umbrá desides. No. 12.) WHILE we our weary eyelids close, And stretch our limbs in soft repose, The waking soul to God may rise, Desire of nations, Lord of grace, In pity hearken to the groan Of those whom sin hath overthrown! Come, Jesu, come! our sins forgive, To God the Son, who came from heaven Amen. FOR CHRISTMAS (Mundi salus qui nasceris. No. 13.) OH holy Babe, our prayer receive, When gentle sleep relieves awhile The Father's name we loudly raise, FOR THE SEASON OF THE PRESENTATION OF (Grates peracto jam die. No. 14.) AND now the day is past and gone, The sin that we have done this day And drive the tempter far away, That cruel lion prowls around, To kill and to devour, Beneath thy wings may help be found When shall that day arise, oh God, To God the Father, God the Son, FOR LENT. (Oh Splendor æterni Patris. No. 15.) THOU Brightness of thy Father's face, Thou Christ, whose gracious beams remove The sun is sunk; the shadowy night Is reigning in his room; Continue, Lord, thy saving help, And keep us through the gloom. What though our eyes be sunk in sleep, Do thou, with thine Almighty hand, What though, by earthly woes oppressed, The body wearied lies, Yet may our spirit freely wing Its passage to the skies. Oh thou, who art our only hope, To God the Father, God the Son, All glory be from saints on earth, FOR EASTER. (Jesu, redemptor seculi. No. 16.) On Thou, who wast for sinners slain, And captive led'st captivity: While night surrounds us, dark and deep, And we our eyelids close in sleep, Do thou thy shield around us throw, Thy gentle sleep consigns to rest With thee to die, oh Christ, is gain : Now to the Father and the Son, All praise on earth, all praise in heaven. MONDAY. Amen. NOCTURN. (Dei canamus gloriam. No. 17.) COME let us praise the name of God Who spread the lofty skies; And to the firmament above Uplift our wond'ring eyes. Slow floating in the blue expanse Whence fruitful showers, at God's command, How fair a type of God's free grace Which to our souls is given: It drops into the inner man |