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Day’s herald bird

At length is heard,

Telling its morning torch is lit,

And small and still

Christ’s accents thrill,

Within the heart rekindling it.

Away, He cries,

With languid eyes,

And sickly slumbers profitless!

I am at hand,

As watchers stand,

In awe, and truth, and holiness.

He will appear

The hearts to cheer

Of suppliants pale and abstinent

Who cannot sleep

Because they weep

With holy grief and violent.

Keep us awake,

The fetters break,

Jesu! which night has forged for us;

Yea, melt the night

To sinless light,

Till all is bright and glorious.

To Father, Son,

And Spirit, One,

To the Most Holy Trinity,

All praise be given

In Earth and Heaven,

Now, as of old, and endlessly.