Classic Poem

Maker of all, we thee intreat,
Before the joyful light descend,
That thou with wonted mercy great
Us as our keeper would'st defend.

Let idle dreams be far away,
And vain illusions of the night;
Repress our foe, least that he may
Our bodies to foul lust incite.

Let this, O Father, granted be,
Through our dear Saviour's boundless merit,
Who doth for ever live with thee,
Together with the Holy Spirit.