148. Vespers—Friday
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Hominis superne Conditor. |
WHOM all obey,— |
| Maker of man! who from Thy height |
| Badest the dull earth bring to light |
| All creeping things, and the fierce might |
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Of beasts of prey;— |
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the huge make |
| Of wild or gentler animal, |
| Springing from nothing at Thy call, |
| To serve in their due time, and all |
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For sinners' sake; |
Shield us from ill! |
| Come it by passion's sudden stress, |
| Lurk in our mind's habitual dress, |
| Or through our actions seek to press |
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Upon our will. {259} |
Vouchsafe the prize |
| Of sacred joy's perpetual mood, |
| And service-seeking gratitude, |
| And love to quell each strife or feud, |
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If it arise. |
Grant it, O Lord! |
| To whom, the Father, Only Son, |
| And Holy Spirit, Three in One, |
| In heaven and earth all praise be done, |
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With one accord. |