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 145. Vespers Tuesday  Telluris alme conditor.  ALL-BOUNTIFUL Creator, who,  When Thou didst mould the world, didst drain The waters from the mass, that so  Earth might immovable remain;  That its dull clods it might transmute  To golden flowers in vale or wood, To juice of thirst allaying fruit,  And grateful herbage spread for food;  Wash Thou our smarting wounds and hot,  In the cool freshness of Thy grace; Till tears start forth the past to blot,  And cleanse and calm Thy holy place;  Till we obey Thy full behest,  Shun the world's tainted touch and breath, Joy in what highest is and best.  And gain a spell to baffle death.  Grant it, O Father, Only Son,  And Holy Spirit, God of grace; To whom all glory, Three in One,  Be given in every time and place.