134. Lauds—Tuesday
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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. |
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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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