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 132. Lauds Sunday  Ecce jam noctis.  PALER have grown the shades of night,  And nearer draws the day, Checkering the sky with streaks of light,  Since we began to pray:  To pray for mercy when we sin,  For cleansing and release, For ghostly safety, and within  For everlasting peace.  Praise to the Father, as is meet,  Praise to the Only Son, Praise to the Holy Paraclete,  While endless ages run.