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Matins—Sunday
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Primo die, quo Trinitas. |
TODAY the Blessed Three in One |
| Began the earth and skies; |
| Today a Conqueror, God the Son, |
| Did from the grave arise; |
| We too will wake, and, in despite |
| Of sloth and languor, all unite, |
| As Psalmists bid, through the dim night, |
| Waiting with wistful eyes. |
So may He hear, and heed each vow |
| And prayer to Him addrest; |
| And grant an instant cleansing now, |
| A future glorious rest. {213} |
| So may He plentifully shower, |
| On all who hymn His love and power, |
| In this most still and sacred hour, |
| His sweetest gifts and best. |
Father of purity and light! |
| Thy presence if we win, |
| 'Twill shield us from the deeds of night, |
| The burning darts of sin; |
| Lest aught defiled or dissolute |
| Relax our bodies or imbrute, |
| And fires eternal be the fruit |
| Of fire now lit within. |
Fix in our hearts, Redeemer dear, |
| The ever-gushing spring |
| Of grace to cleanse, of life to cheer |
| Souls sick and sorrowing. |
| Thee, bounteous Father, we entreat, |
| And Only Son, awful and sweet, |
| And life-creating Paraclete, |
| The everlasting King. |