| Rerum Creator optime,Rectorque noster, adspice:
 Nos a quiete noxia
 Mersos sopore libera.
Te, sancte Christe, poscimus,Ignosce culpis omnibus:
 Ad confitendum surgimus,
 Morasque noctis rumpimus.
Mentes manusque tollimus,Propheta sicut noctibus
 Nobis gerendum prsecipit,
 Pauluaque gestis censuit
Vides malum quod fecimus:Occulta nostra pandimus:
 Preces gementes fundimus,
 Dimitte quod peccavimus.
Præsta, Pater piissime,Patrique compar Unice,
 Cum Spiritu Paraclito
 Regnans per omne sæculum.
 | Who madest all and dost control,Lord, with Thy touch divine,
 Cast out the slumbers of the soul,
 The rest that is not Thine.
Look down, Eternal Holiness,And wash the sins away,
 Of those, who, rising to confess,
 Outstrip the lingering day.
Our hearts and hands by night, O Lord,We lift them in our need;
 As holy Psalmists give the word,
 And holy Paul the deed.
Each sin to Thee of years gone by,Each hidden stain lies bare;
 We shrink not from Thine awful eye,
 But pray that Thou wouldst spare.
Grant this, O Father, Only SonAnd Spirit, God of grace,
 To whom all worship shall be done
 In every time and place.
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