Morning Hymn - Gregory the Great

Lo, fainter now He spread the shades of night,
And upward spread the trembling gleams of morn;
Suppliant we bend before the Lord of Light,
And pray at early dawn,

That his sweet charity may all our sin
Forgive, and make our miseries to cease;
May grant us health, grant us the gift divine
Of everlasting peace.

Father Supreme, this grace on us confer;
And Thou, O son, by an eternal birth!
With Thee, coequal spirit comforter!
Whose glory fills the earth.

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Gregory the Great (c. 540 – 604) Italy
Translated by Edward Caswall
Source: World's great religious poetry by Caroline Miles Hill, The Macmillan company, 1923