Matins—Tuesday

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.