137. Lauds—Friday
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Æterna cœli
gloria. |
GLORY of the eternal Heaven, |
| Blessed Hope to mortals given, |
| Of the Almighty Only Son, |
| And the Virgin's Holy One; |
| Raise us, Lord, and we shall rise |
| In a sober mood, |
| And a zeal, which glorifies |
| Thee from
gratitude. |
Now the day-star, keenly glancing, |
| Tells us of the Sun's advancing; |
| While the unhealthy shades decline, |
| Rise within us, Light Divine! |
| Rise, and, risen, go not hence, |
| Stay, and make us
bright, |
| Streaming through each cleansèd sense, |
| On the outward
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Then the root of faith shall spread |
| In the heart new fashionèd; |
| Gladsome hope shall spring above, |
| And shall bear the fruit of love. |
| To the Father, and the Son, |
| And the Holy Ghost, |
| Here be glory, as is done |
| By the angelic
host. |