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 125. Matins Monday  Somno refectis artubus.  SLEEP has refresh'd our limbs, we spring  From off our bed, and rise; Lord, on Thy suppliants, while they sing,  Look with a Father's eyes.  Be Thou the first on every tongue,  The first in every heart; That at all our doings all day long,  Holiest! from Thee may start.  Cleanse Thou the gloom, and bid the light  Its healing beams renew; The sins, which have crept in with night,  With night shall vanish too.  Our bosoms, Lord, unburthen Thou,  Let nothing there offend; That those who hymn Thy praises now  May hymn them to the end.  Grant this, O Father, Only Son,  And Spirit, God of grace, To whom all worship shall be done  In every time and place.