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O God from God, and Light from Light,

Who art Thyself the day,

Our chants shall break the clouds of night;

Be with us while we pray.

Chase Thou the gloom that haunts the mind,

The thronging shades of hell,

The sloth and drowsiness that bind

The senses with a spell.

Lord, to their sins indulgent be,

Who, in this hour forlorn,

By faith in what they do not see,

With songs prevent the morn.

Grant this, O Father, etc.