Bid the pale-faced monarch hail, 'Come and welcome,' be thy cry; Far above the milky way,
Claim the future, climb the sky.
Thine to rest when night has come
But to work while it is day;
Then to leave the realms of night,
And with songs to soar away.
CRAWFORD AND M'CABE, PRINTERS, 15 QUEEN STREET.
Nil lingua, nil peccet manus,
Nil mens inane cogitet;
In ore simplex veritas,
In corde regnet caritas.
Incœpta dum fluet dies,
O Christe, custos pervigil,
Quas saevus hostis obsidet,
Portas tuere sensuum.
Praesta diurnus ut tuae
Subserviat laudi labor,
Auctore quae te cœpimus,
Da te favente prosequi.
Deo Patri sit gloria,
Ejusque soli Filio,
Sancto simul cum Spiritu,
Nunc, et per omne saeculum.
BREVARIUM PARISIENSE.
LUX beata Trinitas,
Et principalis Unitas!
Jam sol recedit igneus,
Infunde lumen cordibus.
Te mane laudum carmine,
Te deprecemur vesperi :
Te nostra supplex gloria
Per cuncta laudet sæcula.
Oh! let no thought or deed of guile
Our words misguide, our hands defile;
Let truth all simple rule our tongue,
And love our hearts-love pure and strong.
And as the day fleets fast away,
O Christ, keep watch o'er all our way,
Our senses guard-the soul's wide gates,
For there the foe in ambush waits.
If Thou wilt keep our feet from snares,
Our very toils will rise to prayers,
Finding our great first cause in Thee,
Thou too our great last end wilt be.
Unto the Father, God of heaven,
Unto the Son, be glory given,
And to the Spirit evermore,
One God, the God whom we adore.
WHEN sinks in night that radiant sun,
Still shine, Thou blessed Three-in-One
Thou everlasting One-in-Three,
O let us find our Sún in Thee.
Thy praise we sing by morning light,
Our prayers arise when falls the night:
Oh, when night follows day no more,
Thy Godhead we would still adore!
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