150

 150. Compline  Te lucis ante terminum.  NOW that the day-light dies away, By all Thy grace and love, Thee, Maker of the world, we pray To watch our bed above.  Let dreams depart and phantoms fly, The offspring of the night, Keep us, like shrines, beneath Thine eye, Pure in our foe's despite.  This grace on Thy redeem'd confer, Father, Co-equal Son, And Holy Ghost, the Comforter, Eternal Three in One.