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 AN EVEN-SONG

May Thy holy angels, O Christ, son of living God, Guard our sleep, our rest, our shining bed.

Let them reveal true visions to us in our sleep, O high-prince of the universe, O great king of the
 * mysteries!

May no demons, no ill, no calamity or terrifying
 * dreams

Disturb our rest, our willing, prompt repose.

May our watch be holy, our work, our task, Our sleep, our rest without let, without break.