LXIX.

COME, Holy Ghost, who ever One
Art with the Father and the Son,
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess
With Thy full flood of holiness.

Let flesh, and heart, and lips, and mind,
Sound forth our witness to mankind;
And love light up our mortal frame,
Till others catch the living flame.

Now to the Father, to the Son,
And to the Spirit, Three in One,
Be praise and thanks and glory given
By men on earth, by saints in heaven.

LXX.

O GOD, the Lord of place and time,
Who orderest all things prudently,
Brightening with beams the opening prime,
And burning in the midday sky:

Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife,
The wasting fever of the heart;

From perils guard our feeble life,
And to our souls Thy peace impart.

Grant this, O Father, Only Son,

And Holy Spirit, God of grace, To whom all glory, Three in One, Be given in every time and place.

LXXI.

AS now the sun's declining rays
Towards the eve descend,

E'en so our years are sinking down

To their appointed end.

Lord, on the Cross Thine arms were stretched,

To draw us to the sky:

O grant us then that Cross to love,

And in those arms to die.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,

All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.

LXXII.

LIGHT of gladness, Beam divine From the glory's inmost shrine, Where in His immortal rest Reigns Thy Father ever-blest;

Jesus Christ, ou hymn receive;
Sunset brings the lights of eve,
Bids us praise the Father, Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One.

Night and day for Thee is meet Holy voices' anthem sweet, Ringing through the world abroad, 'Hail, life-giving Son of God!'

LXXIII.

ALL praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings!

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
To die, that this vile body may
Rise glorious at the awful day.

O may my soul on Thee repose,
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make
To serve my God when I awake.

When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

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.