From the Latin; tr. John Henry Newman, 1836-1838
Now that the sun is gleaming bright,|
Implore we, bending low,
That he, the uncreated Light
May guide us as we go.
2. No sinful word, nor deed of wrong
3. And while the hours in order flow,|
O Christ, securely fence
Our gates, beleaguered by the foe,
The gate of every sense.
4. And grant that to thine honour, Lord,
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