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12 So when the evening stars appear, And in their train the darkness bring, May we, O Lord, with conscience clear, To Thee our grateful praises sing.

 

O Lord of perfect purity, Who dost the world with light adorn, And paint the fields of azure sky With lovely hues of eve and morn:

Upon our fainting souls distil The grace of thy celestial dew; Let no fresh snare to sin beguile, No former sin revive anew.

Keep thou our souls from schemes of crime, No guilt remorseful let them know; Nor thinking but on things of time, Into eternal darkness go.

Teach us to knock at heav'n's high door, Teach us the prize of life to win; Teach us all evil to abhor, And purify ourselves within.

Be thou our guide, be thou our goal, Be thou our pathway to the skies: Our joy when sorrow fills the soul, In death our everlasting prize.

