His nos lucramur quaestibus,
  hac arte tantum vivimus,
  haec inchoamus munera, 55
  cum sol resurgens emicat.

    Intende nostris sensibus,
  vitamque totam dispice,
  sunt multa fucis inlita,
  quae luce purgentur tua. 60

    Durare nos tales iube,
  quales, remotis sordibus
  nitere pridem iusseras,
  Iordane tinctos flumine.

    Quodcumque nox mundi dehinc 65
  infecit atris nubibus,
  tu, rex Eoi sideris,
  vultu sereno inlumina.

    Tu sancte, qui taetram picem
  candore tingis lacteo 70
  ebenoque crystallum facis,
  delicta terge livida.

    Sub nocte Iacob caerula
  luctator audax angeli,
  eo usque dum lux surgeret, 75
  sudavit inpar praelium.

    Sed cum iubar claresceret,
  lapsante claudus poplite
  femurque victus debile
  culpae vigorem perdidit. 80

    Nutabat inguen saucium,
  quae corporis pars vilior
  longeque sub cordis loco
  diram fovet libidinem.

    Hae nos docent imagines, 85
  hominem tenebris obsitum,
  si forte non cedat Deo,
  vires rebellis perdere.

    Erit tamen beatior,
  intemperans membrum cui 90
  luctando claudum et tabidum
  dies oborta invenerit.

    Tandem facessat caecitas,
  quae nosmet in praeceps diu
  lapsos sinistris gressibus 95
  errore traxit devio.

    Haec lux serenum conferat
  purosque nos praestet sibi: 
  nihil loquamur subdolum,
  volvamus obscurum nihil. 100

    Sic tota decurrat dies,
  ne lingua mendax, ne manus,
  oculive peccent lubrici,
  ne noxa corpus inquinet.

    Speculator adstat desuper, 105
  qui nos diebus omnibus
  actusque nostros prospicit
  a luce prima in vesperum.

  Hic testis, hic est arbiter,

his intuetur quidquid est, 110
humana quod mens concipit;
hunc nemo fallit iudicem.

II.  Morning hymn

Ye clouds and darkness, hosts of night
That breed confusion and affright,
Begone! o’erhead the dawn shines clear,
The light breaks in and Christ is here.

Earth’s gloom flees broken and dispersed,
By the sun’s piercing shafts coerced: 
The daystar’s eyes rain influence bright
And colours glimmer back to sight.

  So shall our guilty midnight fade,
  The sin-stained heart’s gross dusky shade: 
  So shall the King’s All-radiant Face
  Sudden unveil our deep disgrace.

  No longer then may we disguise
  Our dark intents from those clear eyes: 
  Yea, at the dayspring’s advent blest
  Our inmost thoughts will stand confest.

  The thief his hidden traffic plies
  Unmarked before the dawn doth rise: 
  But light, the foe of guile concealed,
  Lets no ill craft lie unrevealed.