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Day and Night. 273
O when shall I, in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away, And hymns with the supernal choir Incessant sing, and never tire ?
O may my Guardian, while I sleep, Close to my bed his vigils keep ; His love angelical instil; Stop all the avenues of ill:
May he celestial joy rehearse, And thought to thought with me converse ; Or in my stead, all the night long, Sing to my God a grateful song !
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him, all creatures here below ! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
Bishop Thomas Ken. 1693—1709,
CCLVIII.
Evening.
O Lord, another day is flown ;
And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before Thy throne
To bless Thy fostering hand.
And wilt Thou lend a listening ear
To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.
And, Jesus, Thou Thy smiles wilt deign
As we before Thee pray ; For Thou didst bless the infant train,
And we are less than they.
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