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The red sun is gone,

Thou Light of the heart,

Blessed Three, Holy One,

To Thy servants a sun

Everlasting impart.

There were Lauds in the morn,

Here are Vespers at even;

Oh, may we adorn

Thy temple new born

With our voices in Heaven.

To the Father be praise,

And praise to the Son

And the Spirit always,

While the infinite days

Of eternity run.