Father, come we humbly bending,— Father of Almighty grace, Who hast glory never ending, Banish every sinful trace. IV When to do Thy will inclining, Quell for us the tempter’s wrath; Ne’er in trial’s hour repining, Lead us in the upward path. V May Thy rule our minds enlighten; Let no sin our lives defile; Fervent faith our spirits brighten, Knowing nought of fraud or guile. VI Christ, the Bread of Life bestowing, Faith our daily cup shall fill; Draughts of joy for ever flowing, Drink we from the Spirit’s rill. VII Thus our life in beauty gliding— Purity like dawn of day, Faith like sun at noon abiding, Eve that knows no twilight grey. VIII Forth in beauty rides the Morning— Be Thy glory on us poured; Son, the Father’s love adorning, Father in th’ Eternal Word. Thursday Evening SALVATOR MUNDI, DOMINE Author unknown. Found in the _Hymnaria_ of Sarum, and York, also in the Sarum, York, Hereford, and Aberdeen Breviaries. Used at Eton in Latin original at evening service until about 1830. I Thou who hast led our steps this day, Blest Saviour of the world, we pray, Through all the night Thy care extend, And save us to our journey’s end. II Be present with us, Lord, who wait, And lift our cry at mercy’s gate; Take all our load of sin away, And change our darkness into day. III Free Thou our minds from careless sleep, Our souls from sin’s allurements keep; And may our flesh from every stain, All pure, we pray Thee, still remain. IV To Thee of purity the spring, Our prayers ascend on soaring wing; Hear Thou our cry, and with the morn May purity our souls adorn. V Glory be unto God always, To Christ the Son eternal praise; Glory to God the Spirit be, From age to age eternally. Friday Morning CHRISTE, LUMEN PERPETUUM By Magnus Felix Ennodius, born at Arles about 473; became Bishop of Pavia about 514; died, 521; buried on 17th July of that year, which day is observed as his festival by the Roman Church. I Christ, the light that shines eternal,— Light that gilds the rolling spheres, Dawn upon our night, and keep us Pure as light when day appears. II Let no gin of Satan snare us, Let no enemy oppress; Wakeful aye with garments spotless, May we walk life’s wilderness. III