ST. PATRICK'S EVENSONG
| Christ, Thou Son
of God most High, May thy Holy Angels keep Watch around us as we lie In our shining beds asleep. Time's hid veil with truth to pierce Let them teach our dreaming eyes, Arch-King of the Universe, High-Priest of the Mysteries. May no demon of the air, May no malice of our foes, Evil dream or haunting care Mar our willing, prompt repose! May our vigils hallowed be By the tasks we undertake! May our sleep be fresh and free, Without let and without break. |