3. _Latin._—The following hymn has not only intrinsic value, but peculiar interest on account of St. Augustine’s reference to it as having brought to his eyes the kindly relief of tears, as he thought of his mother laid that day in her grave. Then I slept and rose up again, and found my sorrow diminished not a little and as I lay lonely on my bed I recalled the truthful verses of Thy Ambrose ... and I gave my tears, which I had restrained till now, leave to flow as they would. It is found in the Breviaries as a Saturday vesper hymn, and is a good example of the hymns of St. Ambrose. It has much of the strength and simplicity of Ken’s hymns. Deus, creator omnium! Polique Rector! vestiens Diem decoro lumine, Noctem soporis gratiâ, Artus solutos ut quies Reddat laboris usui: Mentesque fessas allevet Luctusque solvat anxios. Grates peracto jam die Et noctis exortu preces, Voti reos ut adjuves, Hymnum canentes solvimus. Te cordis ima concinant, Te vox canora concrepet, Te diligat castus amor, Te mens adoret sobria; Ut, cum profunda clauserit Diem caligo noctium, Fides tenebras nesciat, Et nox fide reluceat.[53] Dormire mentem ne sinas, Dormire culpa noverit; Castis fides refrigerans Somni vaporem temperet. Exuta sensu lubrico Te cordis alta somnient, Nec hostis invidi dolo Pavor quietos suscitet. Christum rogemus et Patrem, Christi Patrisque Spiritum, Unum potens per omnia Fove precantes Trinitas.[54] The best English translation is by Mr. J. D. Chambers, late Recorder of New Sarum. I take it from his beautiful _Psalter; or, Seven Hours of Prayer of the Church of Sarum_.[55] Maker of all things! God Most High! Great Ruler of the starry sky! Robing the day in beauteous light, In sweet repose the quiet night; That sleep may our tired limbs restore, And fit for toil and use once more; May gently soothe the careworn breast, And lull our anxious griefs to rest. We thank Thee for the day that’s gone, We pray Thee now the night comes on: O help us sinners as we raise To Thee our votive hymn of praise. To Thee our hearts their music bring, Thee our united voices sing: To Thee our pure affections soar, Thee may our chastened souls adore. So when the deepening shades prevail, And night o’er day hath dropped her veil: Faith may no wildering darkness know, But night with Faith’s own splendour glow. O sleepless ever keep the mind! Our guilt in lasting slumbers bind; Let Faith pure Chastity renew, And freshen sleep’s lethargic dew. From every wrongful passion free, O may our hearts repose in Thee; Nor envious fiend with harmful snare, Our rest with sinful terrors scare. Christ, with the Father ever One! Spirit of Father and of Son! God over all of mighty sway, Shield us, great Trinity, we pray!