Nox atra rerum contegit terrae colores omnium: nos confitentes poscimus te, iuste iudex cordium, Ut auferas piacula sordesque mentis abluas, donesque, Christe, gratiam ut arceantur crimina. Mens, ecce, torpet impia, quam culpa mordet noxia; obscura gestit tollere et te, Redemptor, quaerere. Repelle tu caliginem intrinsecus quam maxime, ut in beato gaudeat se collocari lumine. Sit, Christe, rex piissime, tibi Patrique gloria cum Spiritu Sancto Paraclito, in sempiterna saecula. Amen. | As earth and all its colors bright Are covered by the black of night, We make our prayer and offer praise To you, just Judge of all our ways: That you would take away our sin, And wash us clean from stain within, And give, O Christ, the grace we need To hold off every harmful deed. Redeemer, see, the mind beset By wickedness grows dull; and yet It longs to put dark works away, To seek you by the light of day. Drive out the darkness from our heart, From every corner let it part; Then shall the heart be truly blessed Within your light to find its rest. To you, O Christ, most kindly King, And to the Father praise we sing; The Spirit, too, we glorify, In songs that never fade or die. Amen. |
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