
Lauds on Saturday
Saturday at Lauds –
Each phantom of the night depart,
Each thought of guilt forsake the heart;
Let every ill that darkness brought
Beneath its shade now come to nought.
~Office hymn, st. 2
Saturday at Lauds –
Each phantom of the night depart,
Each thought of guilt forsake the heart;
Let every ill that darkness brought
Beneath its shade now come to nought.
~Office hymn, st. 2