I’m grateful to be able to sing at the end of the day, especially on days when the temperature climbs to 104 degrees and the sun seems downright oppressive:
O Trinity, most blessed light,
O Unity of sovereign might,
As now the fiery sun departs,
Oh, shine your light into our hearts.
–CW 591, st. 1; attr. St. Ambrose (340–97)
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