141. Sext
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Rector potens, verax Deus. |
O GOD, who canst not change nor fail, |
| Guiding the hours, as they roll by, |
| Bright'ning with beams the morning pale, |
| And burning in the mid-day sky, |
Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife, |
| The wasting fever of the heart; |
| From perils guard our feeble life, |
| And to our souls Thy peace impart. |
Grant this, O Father, Only Son, |
| And Holy Spirit, God of grace, |
| To whom all glory, Three in One, |
| Be given in every time and place. |