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God who hast created all,
Sovereign Ruler throned on high, Day's bright vestures from Thee fall, Grace of sleep when night draws nigh.
May sweet rest these weary frames
Now the day its course hath run,
As Thou bidd'st, our prayers we raise; Now the darkness stealeth on,
Hymns we sing of joy and praise.
Thee our inmost hearts would sing,
Thee would sing each tuneful voice; Yielding love's pure offering,
Our adoring souls rejoice.
Ut cum profunda clauserit
Dormire mentem ne sinas,
Castos fides refrigerans
Exuta sensu lubrico
Christum rogemus et Patrem Christi Patrisque Spiritum, Unum potens per omnia Fove precantes Trinitas.
So when deepening shades of night Round the day their folds entwine, Faith shall put all gloom to flight, And by faith the night shall shine.
Suffer not our souls to sleep
Slumbers which the sinful knows: Faith with cooling powers keep Fevered dreams from our repose.
Emptied of each stealthy sense,
Dreams of Thee our souls shall fill; Nor shall foeman's violence
Rouse from rest with fear of ill.
Unto thee, O Christ, we pray,
Keep us by Thy might alway,
HYMNUS IN POSTULATIONE PLUVIAE
Squalent arva soli pulvere multo,
Fons iam nescit aquas, flumina cursus,
Ipsas urit aves, frondea rami
Venerunt iuvenes pocula noti
Quaerentes putei, lymphaque fugit,
HYMN IN SUPPLICATION FOR RAIN
Squalid, the glebe, with thick-strewn dust, is lying;
By fond deception: naught but flames they breathe. Hinds e'en refuse the offspring that they cherish; Hinds fagged with thirst their tender young forsake.
Hinds in their grief their young must leave to perish,
Since in their search no juicy herb they take. Youths come with bowls, to well-known cisterns. wending,
Come but to find the limpid waters flown;