133. Lauds—Monday
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Splendor Paternę glorię. |
OF the Father Effluence bright, |
| Out of Light evolving light, |
| Light from Light, unfailing Ray, |
| Day creative of the day: |
Truest Sun, upon us stream |
| With Thy calm perpetual beam, |
| In the Spirit's still sunshine |
| Making sense and thought divine. |
Seek we too the Father's face, |
| Father of almighty grace, |
| And of majesty excelling, |
| Who can purge our tainted dwelling; |
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Who can aid us, who can break |
| Teeth of envious foes, and make |
| Hours of loss and pain succeed, |
| Guiding safe each duteous deed, |
And infusing self-control, |
| Fragrant chastity of soul, |
| Faith's keen flame to soar on high, |
| Incorrupt simplicity. |
Christ Himself for food be given, |
| Faith become the cup of Heaven, |
| Out of which the joy is quaff'd |
| Of the Spirit's sobering draught. |
With that joy replenishčd, |
| Morn shall glow with modest red, |
| Noon with beaming faith be bright, |
| Eve be soft without twilight. |
It has dawn'd;—upon our way, |
| Father in Thy Word, this day, |
| In Thy Father Word Divine, |
| From Thy cloudy pillar shine. {232} |
To the Father, and the Son, |
| And the Spirit, Three and One, |
| As of old, and as in Heaven, |
| Now and here be glory given. |