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 129. Matins Friday  Tu Trinitatis Unitas.  MAY the dread Three in One, who sways  All with His sovereign might, Accept us for this hymn of praise,  His watchers in the night.  For in the night, when all is still  We spurn our bed and rise, To find the balm for ghostly ill,  His bounteous hand supplies.  If e'er by night our envious foe  With guilt our souls would stain, May the deep streams of mercy flow,  And make us white again;  That so with bodies braced and bright,  And hearts awake within, All fresh and keen may burn our light,  Undimm'd, unsoil'd by sin.  Shine on Thine own, Redeemer sweet!  Thy radiance increate Through the long day shall keep our feet  In their pure morning state.  Grant this, O Father, etc.