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Hymns
St Ambrose of Milan, tr. Copeland, 1848
Chapter 13
The Lord’s Day, and through the week. At Prime. Sunrise.
Now day’s bright star is risen afar,
To God we meekly pray,
With sheltering arm from every harm
To keep us through this day;
Our tongue to rein and aye refrain
From strife’s harsh-grating din;
Our eyes to shield, all closely seal’d,
From vanity and sin.
Be the heart’s shrine all pure within,
Nor folly e’er come near;
Let cup subdued and scanty food
The rebel flesh outwear.
So when the day has pass’d away,
And eve the night shall bring,
From this world wean’d, from mischief screen’d,
We may God’s glory sing.
Father, to Thee all glory be,
And Thee, Co-equal Son,
And Spirit Blest with Both confest,
Eternal Three in One.