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 141. Sext  Rector potens, verax Deus.  O GOD, who canst not change nor fail,  Guiding the hours, as they roll by, Bright'ning with beams the morning pale,  And burning in the mid-day sky,  Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife,  The wasting fever of the heart; From perils guard our feeble life,  And to our souls Thy peace impart.  Grant this, O Father, Only Son,  And Holy Spirit, God of grace, To whom all glory, Three in One,  Be given in every time and place.