134. Lauds—Tuesday

Ales diei nuntius.

        DAY'S herald bird
        At length is heard,
Telling its morning torch is lit,
And small and still
        Christ's accents thrill,
Within the heart rekindling it.

        Away, He cries,
        With languid eyes,
And sickly slumbers profitless!
        I am at hand,
        As watchers stand,
In awe, and truth, and holiness.
        He will appear
        The hearts to cheer
Of suppliants pale and abstinent
    Who cannot sleep
    Because they weep
With holy grief and violent.

        Keep us awake,
        The fetters break,
Jesu! which night has forged for us;
        Yea, melt the night
        To sinless light,
Till all is bright and glorious.

        To Father, Son,
        And Spirit, One,
To the Most Holy Trinity,
        All praise be given
        In Earth and Heaven,
Now, as of old, and endlessly.

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