Tuoque plena spiritu,
Secum Deum gestantia,
Ne rapientis perfidi
Diris patescant fraudibus,

Ut inter actus seculi
Vitae quos usus exigit,
Omni carentes crimine
Tuis vivamus legibus.

Probrosas mentis castitas
Carnis vincat libidines,
Sanctumque puri corporis
Delubrum servet Spiritus.

Haec spes precantis animae, Haec sunt votiva munera, Ut matutina nobis sit

Lux in noctis custodiam.

And filled with Thy Spirit the while,
Within them may God be enclosed,
Nor may they to treacherous guile
Of ravaging foes be exposed.

But e'en 'mid employments of time Which customs of this life shall cause, May we, without semblance of crime, Obediently walk in Thy laws.

May purity chaste of the mind

Our bodies' foul passions dethrone, Within, may Thy Spirit enshrined, These temples preserve for His own.

And this be our hope and our prayer, And this our heart's fondest delight, That morning's glad sunbeams shall bear Our souls till the safeguard of night.

II

HYMNUS MATUTINUS

Deus, Pater ingenite,
Et Fili unigenite,
Quos Trinitatis unitas
Sancto connectit Spiritu.

Te frustra nullus invocat,
Nec cassis unquam vocibus
Amator tui luminis
Ad coelum vultus erigit.

Et tu suspirantem Deus,
Vel vota supplicantium,
Vel corda confitentium
Semper benignus aspice.

Nos lucis ortus admonet
Grates deferre debitas,
Tibique laudes dicere,

Quod nox obscura praeterit.

Diem precamur bonum,

Ut nostros, Salvator, actus

Sinceritate perpeti

Pius benigne instruas.

II

MORNING HYMN

O Father, uncreated God,

And Thou, of God the only Son, Together with the Holy Ghost, United ever, Three in One.

No man invoketh Thee in vain,
Nor e'er with unavailing sighs
Doth any lover of Thy light

Uplift to heaven his downcast eyes.

Do Thou regard each soul that breathes
The vows which eager suppliants make;
And hearts of them that sin confess,
To Thine eternal favour take.

To render thanks now justly due,

So warneth us the dawn of day;

And praises unto Thee to sing,

That gloomy night hath passed away.

We ask of Thee a goodly day,

That Thou, O Saviour, holy One, Mayst kindly order all our deeds, In faultless honour to be done.

III

DE LUCTU POENITENTIAE

[FROM AN ABECEDARY]

Ad coeli clara non sum dignus sidera
Levare meos infelices oculos,
Gravi depressus peccatorum pondere:
Parce, Redemptor!

Bonum neglexi facere, quod debui, Probrosa gessi sine fine crimina, Scelus patravi nullo clausum termino: Subveni, Christe!

Lugere modo me permitte, Domine,
Mala, quae gessi, reus ab infantia,
Lacrimas mihi tua donet gratia

Cordis ab imo.

Meis, ut puto, vitiis Tartarea Tormenta multis non valent sufficere, Nisi succurrat, Christe, tua pietas Misero mihi.