1707.

In Winter.

Let all our tongues be one
To praise our God on high,
Who from His bosom sent His Son
To fetch us strangers nigh.

Let not our voices cease

To sing our Saviour's name;

Jesu! our hope, our strength, our peace

From age to age the same.

From out His pierced side
Poured forth a double flood;
By water we are purified,
And pardoned by the blood.

Look up, my soul, to Him,
Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream
Flow from His pierced heart!

Jesu! all praise to Thee,
Our joy and endless rest!

Be Thou our guide while pilgrims here,

Our crown amid the blest.

ISAAC WATTS,

altered.

1736. 1837.

EVENING.

In Summer.

'Labente iam solis rota.'

As now the sun's declining rays
At eventide descend,

So life's brief day is sinking down

To its appointed end.

Lord, on the cross Thine arms were stretched
To draw Thy people nigh;

O grant us then that cross to love

And in those arms to die.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,

All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee

While endless ages run.

CHARLES COFFIN (Paris Breviary). tr. by JOHN CHANDLER.

1816.

In Winter.

O God, that madest earth and sky,
The darkness and the day,
Give ear to this Thy family,

And help us when we pray.

The cross our Master bore for us
For Him we fain would bear;
But mortal strength to weakness turns,
And courage to despair:

Then mercy on our failings, Lord!

Our sinking faith renew,

And when Thy sorrows visit us

O send Thy patience too.

REGINALD HEBER,
Bishop.

340-397.

1837.

SATURDAY.

MORNING.

In Summer.

'Splendor Paternae gloriae.'

O Jesu, Lord of heavenly grace,
Thou brightness of Thy Father's face,
Thou fountain of eternal light,

Whose beams disperse the shades of night:

Come, holy sun of heavenly love,
Shower down Thy radiance from above,
And to our inward hearts convey
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray.

May faith, deep rooted in the soul,
The flesh subdue, the mind control;
May guile depart, and discord cease,
And all within be joy and peace.

O hallowed be the approaching day!
Let meekness be our morning ray,
And faithful love our noonday light,
And hope our sunset, calm and bright!

O Christ, with each returning morn
Thine image to our hearts is borne;
O may we ever clearly see

Our Saviour and our God in Thee!

ST. AMBROSE. tr. by JOHN CHANDLER.

In Winter.

'Rector potens, verax Deus.'

O God, who canst not change nor fail,
Guiding the hours as they roll by,
Brightening with beams the morning pale,
And burning in the midday sky:

Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife,
The wasting fever of the heart;

From perils guard our feeble life,
And to our souls Thy peace impart.

Grant this, O Father, only Son,
And Holy Spirit, God of grace,
To whom all glory, Three in One,
Be given in every time and place.

MS. of 8th cent. 1836, revised 1853.

Author unknown. tr. by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, Cardinal,