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HYMNS FOR THE WEEK.

THE LORD'S DAY.

AT MIDNIGHT.

Mine eyes prevent the night-watches, that I might be occupied in thy words.-PSALM CXix.

"Die dierum principe."

MORN of morn and day of days,
Silent as the morning's rays,
From the sepulchre's dark prison,
Christ the light of lights hath risen.
He commanded, and His word
Death and the dread chaos heard:
We, O shame, more deaf than they,
In the chains of darkness stay.
Nature 'neath the shadow lies;
Let the sons of light arise,

B

All throughout night's stillness deep
Holy symphonies to keep.
While the dead world sleeps around,
Let the sacred temples sound;
Law and prophet and blest psalm,
Lit with holy light so calm.
Thus to hearts in slumber weak
Let the heavenly trumpet speak;
And, like streaks of early morn,
New

ways mark the newly born.
Grant us this, and with us be,
Sole fountain of all charity,
Thou who dost the Spirit give,
Bidding the dead letters live.
Equal praise to Father, Son,
And to Thee, the Holy One,
By whose quickening breath divine
Our dull spirits burn and shine.

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