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But Christ, triumphant o'er the grave,
Shines more divinely bright :
And walk we in His light !
3 When from the swaddling bands of shade
Sprang forth the world so fair,
What Power Divine was there!
4 When He, who gave His guiltless Son
A guilty world to spare,
What Love Divine was there !
5 When forth from its Creator's hand,
The earth in beauty stood,
He saw, and called it good :
6 But still more lovely in His sight
The Church now stands renewed,
In His atoning Blood.
7 O, Holy, Blessed Three in One,
May Thy pure light be given,
1. Williams & 7. Chandler. (trs. *) 255
[Ascension & Whitsuntide.
Splendor Paterna Gloriæ.
Thou Brightness of Thy Father's Face,
Whose beams disperse the shades of night! 2 Come, holy Sun of heavenly love,
Shower down Thy radiance from above,
The Holy Spirit's cloudless ray!
And sing the Father's glorious Name;
That we may stand, to fall no more. 4 May He our actions deign to bless,
And loose the bonds of wickedness;
And bring us to a prosperous end ! 5 May faith, deep rooted in the soul,
Subdue our flesh, our minds control;
And all within be joy and peace !
Let meekness be our morning ray ;
St. Ambrose. 7. Chandler. (tr.)
Holy chant and psalm.
Lift on us Thy Light divine;
Breathe on us her balm.
3 Light of lights ! when falls the even,
Let it close on sin forgiven ;
Shed a holy calm.
Dimly here we worship Thee :
Hope to bear the palm. Amen.
Thy daily stage of duty run ;
3 Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
4 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
5 All praise to Thee Who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept ;
6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew,
7 Direct, control, suggest this day
All I design, or do, or say ;
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
in Thy Name, O Lord, I go,
In all I think, or speak, or do.
The task Thy wisdom hath assigned
O let me cheerfully fulfil ;
And prove Thine acceptable will.
3 Preserve me from my calling's snare,
And hide my simple heart above,
The gilded baits of worldly love.
Thee may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes mine inmost substance see,
And offer all my works to Thee.
5 Give me to bear Thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray ;
And hasten to Thy glorious day :
6 For Thee delightfully employ
Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,