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AM lucis orto sidere

Deum precemur supplices,
Ut in diurnis actibus
Nos servet a nocentibus.

Linguam refrenans temperet,
Ne litis horror insonet ;
Visum fovendo contegat,
Ne vanitates hauriat.

Sint pura cordis intima,
Absistat et vecordia ;
Carnis terat superbiam
Potus cibique parcitas :

Ut, cum dies abscesserit,
Noctemque sors reduxerit,


abstinentiam Ipsi canamus gloriam.


NOW hath arisen the star of day,

And with his rising let us pray, That we throughout his course be freed From sinful thought and hurtful deed.


the Lord our tongues restrain
From sounding strife, and converse vain ;
And from His servants' eyesight hide
The toys of vanity and pride.

May He our inner thoughts make pure,
From sins presumptuous us secure ;
Grant us to use such abstinence
As may subdue the things of sense ;

That we, when night succeeds to day
And this bright sun hath passed away,
Unspotted from the world may raise
To God, our Saviour, songs of praise.


ANOTHER day begun !
Lord, grant us grace


Before the setting of the sun,

Redeem the time for Thee.
Another day of fear;

For watchful is our foe,
And sin is strong, and death is near,

And short our time below.
Another day of hope ;

For Thou art with us still,
And Thine Almighty strength can cope

With all who seek our ill.
Another day of grace

To help us on our way;
One step towards the resting-place,

The eternal Sabbath day.


FORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, we go,

Our daily labour to pursue;
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know

In all we think or speak or do.
The task Thy wisdom hath assigned

Oh ! let us cheerfully fulfil;
In all our works Thy presence find,

And prove Thy good and perfect will.

Give us to bear Thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray ;
And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to Thy glorious day.
Fain would we still for Thee employ

Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,
And run our course with even joy,

And closely walk with Thee to heaven.


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EHOLD us, Lord, a little space

From daily tasks set free,
And met within Thy holy place

To rest awhile with Thee.
Yet these are not the only walls

Wherein Thou mayst be sought;
On homeliest work Thy blessing falls,

In truth and patience wrought.
Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,

The wealth of land and sea ;
The worlds of science and of art,

Revealed and ruled by Thee.
Then let us prove our heavenly birth

In all we do and know,
And claim the kingdom of the earth

For Thee, and not Thy foe.
Work shall be prayer, if all be wrought

As Thou wouldst have it done ;
And prayer, by Thee inspired and taught,

Itself with work be one.



LORY to Thee, my God, this night,

Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done ;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may

Teach me to live, that I may

The grave as little as my bed ;
Teach me to die, that I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.


Oh! may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
· Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !

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