Link to Music O Three in One, and One in Three, Who rulest all things mightily: Bow down to hear the songs of praise Which, freed from bonds of sleep, we raise.While lingers yet the peace of night, We rouse us from our slumbers light: That might of instant prayer may win The healing balm for wounds of sin.If, by the wiles of Satan caught, This night-time we have sinned in aught, That sin Thy glorious power to-day, From heaven descending, cleanse away.Let naught impure our bodies stain, No laggard sloth our souls detain, No taint of sin our spirits know, To chill the fervor of their glow.Wherefore, Redeemer, grant that we Fulfilled with Thine own light may be: That, in our course, from day to day, By no misdeed we fall away.Grant this, O Father ever One With Christ, Thy sole-begotten Son, And Holy Ghost, whom all adore, Reigning and blest forevermore.