127. Matins—Wednesday
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Rerum Creator optime. |
WHO madest all and dost control, |
| Lord, with Thy touch divine, |
| Cast out the slumbers of the soul, |
| The rest that is not Thine. |
Look down, Eternal Holiness, |
| And wash the sins away, |
| Of those, who, rising to confess, |
| Outstrip the lingering day. |
Our hearts and hands by night, O Lord, |
| We lift them in our need; |
| As holy Psalmists give the word, |
| And holy Paul the deed. {219} |
Each sin to Thee of years gone by, |
| Each hidden stain lies bare; |
| We shrink not from Thine awful eye, |
| But pray that Thou wouldst spare. |
Grant this, O Father, etc. |