144. Vespers—Monday
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Immense cœli conditor.
LORD of unbounded space,
Who, lest the sky
and main
Should mix, and heaven should lose its place,
Didst the rude
waters chain;
Parting the moist and rare,
That rills on earth
might flow
To soothe the angry flame, whene'er
It ravens from
below;
Pour on us of Thy grace
The everlasting
spring;
Lest our frail steps renew the trace
Of the ancient
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May faith in lustre grow,
And rear her star
in heaven,
Paling all sparks of earth below,
Unquench'd by damps
of even.
Grant it, O Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit of
grace,
To whom be glory, Three in One,
In every time and
place.