Amphora

AMPHORA X Vespers OW at the setting of the sun We turn our thoughts to rest and sleep. Do Thou, O chaste and Holy One, Our spirits keep ! O shed Thy radiance forth in streams To keep us in the Land of Dreams ! The subtle enemy of man Marshals his hosts to work us ill. His demons bloat or deathly wan Sustain his will. More than day’s arrow doth affright The Fear that walketh in the night. Keep Thou our dreams ! Let holy words And angel voices breathing balm And sweetly-tuned celestial birds Uplift their psalm ! Our meditations on Thy grace Blend to the vision of Thy face. N 54