FRAMER of the earth and sky, <br /> Ruler of the day and night, <br />With a glad variety, <br /> Tempering all, and making light; <br /> <br />Gleams upon our dark path flinging, <br /> Cutting short each night begun, <br />Hark! for chanticleer is singing, <br /> Hark! he chides the lingering sun. <br /> <br />And the morning star replies, <br /> And lets loose the imprison'd day; <br />And the godless bandit flies <br /> From his haunt and from his prey. <br /> <br />Shrill it sounds, the storm relenting <br /> Soothes the weary seaman's ears; <br />Once it wrought a great repenting, <br /> In that flood of Peter's tears. <br /> <br />Rouse we; let the blithesome cry <br /> Of that bird our hearts awaken; <br />Chide the slumberers as they lie, <br /> And arrest the sin-o'ertaken. <br /> <br />Hope and health are in his strain, <br /> To the fearful and the ailing; <br />Murder sheathes his blade profane, <br /> Faith revives when faith was failing. <br /> <br />Jesu, Master! when we sin, <br /> Turn on us Thy healing face; <br />It will melt the offence within <br /> Into penitential grace: <br /> <br />Beam on our bewilder'd mind, <br /> Till its dreamy shadows flee; <br />Stones cry out where Thou hast shined, <br /> Jesu! musical with Thee. <br /> <br />To the Father and the Son, <br /> And the Spirit, who in Heaven <br />Ever witness, Three and One, <br /> Praise on Earth be ever given.<br /><br />John Henry Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-lauds-sunday/
