130. Matins—Saturday
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Summę Parens clementię. |
FATHER of mercies infinite, |
| Ruling all things that be, |
| Who, shrouded in the depth and height, |
| Art One, and yet art Three; |
Accept our chants, accept our tears, |
| A mingled stream we pour; |
| Such stream the laden bosom cheers, |
| To taste Thy sweetness more. |
Purge Thou with fire the o'ercharged mind, |
| Its sores and wounds profound; |
| And with the watcher's girdle bind |
| The limbs which sloth has bound. {225} |
That they who with their chants by night |
| Before Thy presence come, |
| All may be fill'd with strength and light |
| From their eternal home. |
Grant this, O Father, etc. |