Universalis

Saturday, 17 November 2007

Autumn Glory - 11

At Pluscarden, the monks enter the Abbey church each morning to sing the praises of God.



Father, we praise thee, now the night is over,
Active and watchful, stand we all before thee;
Singing we offer prayer and meditation:
Thus we adore thee.

Monarch of all things, fit us for thy mansions;
Banish our weakness, health and wholeness sending;
Bring us to heaven, where thy Saints united
Joy without ending.

All-holy Father, Son and equal Spirit,
Trinity blessed, send us thy salvation;
Thine is the glory, gleaming and resounding
Through all creation. Amen.


It must sound wonderful as they chant these lovely words in Latin.

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