129. Matins—Friday
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Tu Trinitatis Unitas. |
MAY the dread Three in One, who sways |
| All with His sovereign might, |
| Accept us for this hymn of praise, |
| His watchers in the night. |
For in the night, when all is still |
| We spurn our bed and rise, |
| To find the balm for ghostly ill, |
| His bounteous hand supplies. |
If e'er by night our envious foe |
| With guilt our souls would stain, |
| May the deep streams of mercy flow, |
| And make us white again; {223} |
That so with bodies braced and bright, |
| And hearts awake within, |
| All fresh and keen may burn our light, |
| Undimm'd, unsoil'd by sin. |
Shine on Thine own, Redeemer sweet! |
| Thy radiance increate |
| Through the long day shall keep our feet |
| In their pure morning state. |
Grant this, O Father, etc. |