126. Matins—Tuesday
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Consors Paterni luminis. |
O GOD from God, and Light from Light, |
| Who art Thyself the day, |
| Our chants shall break the clouds of night; |
| Be with us while we pray. |
Chase Thou the gloom that haunts the mind, |
| The thronging shades of hell, |
| The sloth and drowsiness that bind |
| The senses with a spell. |
Lord, to their sins indulgent be, |
| Who, in this hour forlorn, |
| By faith in what they do not see, |
| With songs prevent the morn. |
Grant this, O Father, etc. |