143. Vespers—Sunday
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Lucis Creator optime. |
FATHER of Lights, by whom each day |
| Is kindled out of night, |
| Who, when the heavens were made, didst lay |
| Their rudiments in light; |
| Thou, who didst bind and blend in one |
| The glistening morn and evening pale, |
| Hear Thou our plaint, when light is gone, |
| And lawlessness and strife prevail. |
Hear, lest the whelming weight of crime |
| Wreck us with life in view; |
| Lest thoughts and schemes of sense and time |
| Earn us a sinner's due. |
| So may we knock at Heaven's door, |
| And strive the immortal prize to win, |
| Continually and evermore |
| Guarded without and pure within. {249} |
Grant this, O Father, Only Son, |
| And Spirit, God of grace, |
| To whom all worship shall be done |
| In every time and place. |