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SEPTUAGESIMA TO LENT

C. Coffin, 1676—1749. Tr. J. M. Neale.

Te laeta, mundi Conditor.

MAKER of earth, to thee alone
Perpetual rest belongs;
And the bright choirs around thy throne
May pour their endless songs.

2 But we,—ah holy now no more!
Are doomed to toil and pain;
Yet exiles on an alien shore
May sing their country’s strain.

3 Father, whose promise binds thee still
To heal the suppliant throng,
Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill
That banish us so long;

4 And, while we mourn, in faith to rest
Upon thy love and care,
Till thou restore us with the blest
The song of heaven to share.

5. O God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
To thee be praise great Three in One,
From thy created host. Amen.

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419 O Love, how deep, how broad, how high.
471 Praise to the Holiest in the height.
497 There is a book who runs may read.

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