11s. M.
Breviary.
Hymn of Night.
1 Creator of all! through whose all-seeing might
This ponderous globe to its hour is true,
Thou glad’st us each morn with the vision of light,
And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like dew.
2 The toils of the day are now brought to their end,
And night is preparing her balm for our eyes;
Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness defend;