| Somno refectis artubus,Spreto cubili surgimus:
 Nobis, Pater, canentibus
 Adesse te deposcimus.
Te linuga primum concinat,Te mentis ardor ambiat:
 Ut actuum sequentium
 Tu, sancta, sis exordium.
Cedant tenebræ lumini,Et nox diuron sideri,
 Ut culpa, quam nox intulit,
 Lucis labascat munere.
Precamur iidem supplices,Noxas ut omnes amputes,
 Et ore te canentium
 Lauderis omni tempore.
Præsta, Pater piissime,Patrique compar Unice,
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito
 Regnans per omne sæculum.
 | Our limbs refreshed with slumber now,And sloth cast off, in prayer we bow;
 And while we sing Thy praises dear,
 O Father, be Thou present here.
To Thee our earliest morning song,To Thee our heart’s full powers belong;
 And Thou, O Holy One, prevent
 Each following action and intent.
As shades at morning flee away,And night before the star of day;
 So each transgression of the night
 Be purged by Thee, celestial Light!
Cut off, we pray Thee, each offense,And every lust of thought and sense;
 That by their lips who Thee adore
 Thou mayst be praised forevermore.
Grant this, O Father ever OneWith Christ, Thy sole-begotten Son,
 And Holy Ghost, whom all adore,
 Reigning and blest forevermore.
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