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 SACKED YEAR. Father of mercies ! hear our cry; Hear us, 0 sole-begotten Son ! Who, with the Holy Ghost most high, Reignest while endless ages run. MONDAY. MATINS. Ova limbs with tranquil sleep refreah'd, Lightly from bed we spring; Father supreme ] to ns be nigh, While to thy praise we sing. Thy love be first in every heart, Thy name on every tongue; Whatever we this day may do, May it in Thee be done. Soon will the morning star arise, And chase the dusk away; Whatever guilt has come with night May it depart with day. ........ GoogI