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. 
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