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 135. Lauds Wednesday  Nox et tenebræ et nubila.  HAUNTING gloom and flitting shades,  Ghastly shapes, away! Christ is rising, and pervades  Highest Heaven with day.  He with His bright spear the night  Dazzles and pursues; Earth wakes up, and glows with light  Of a thousand hues.  Thee, O Christ, and Thee alone,  With a single mind, We with chant and plaint would own:  To Thy flock be kind.  Much it needs Thy light divine,  Spot and stain to clean; Light of Angels, on us shine  With Thy face serene.  To the Father, and the Son,  And the Holy Ghost, Here be glory, as is done  By the angelic host.