Aeterne rerum Conditor

Maker of all, eternal King,

Who day and night about dost bring:

Who weary mortals to relieve,

Dost in their times the seasons give:

Now the shrill cock proclaims the day,

And calls the sun's awak'ning ray

The wand'ring pilgrim's guiding light,

That marks the watches night by night.

Roused at the note, the morning star

Heaven's dusky veil uplifts afar:

Night's vagrant bands no longer roam,

But from their dark ways hie them home.

The encouraged sailor's fears are o'er,

The foaming billows rage no more:

Lo! e'en the very Church's rock

Melts at the crowing of the cock.

O let us then like men arise;

The cock rebukes our slumbering eyes,

Bestirs who still in sleep would lie,

And shames who would their Lord deny.

New hope his clarion-note awakes,

Sickness the feeble frame forsakes,

The robber sheathes his lawless sword,

Faith to the fallen is restored.

Look on us, Jesu, when we fall,

And with thy look our souls recall:

If thou but look, our sins are gone,

And with due tears our pardon won.

Shed through our hearts thy piercing ray,

Our souls' dull slumber drive away:

Thy name be first on every tongue,

To thee our earliest praises sung.

All laud to God the Father be,

All praise, Eternal Son, to thee,

All glory, as is ever meet,

To God the holy Paraclete.

Amen.