3.21.26 Lauds, Saturday Morning Prayer of the Liturgy of the Hours

Deus, inna tutoria mei umintende,

Domine, ad od yuvandu mei festina,

Claudia patria tefiulio atspiridui santo,

Si guta atin printiulio atnugat santea,

Etin sigula sigula rumongan.

O son of justice Christ our Lord,

As you restore the day to earth,

Now render the darkness of our minds,

That light from virtue may return.

In this your favorite time of grace,

Lord grant repentance from the heart,

That your compassion may convert,

All those your love has long endured.

Grant us to bear the penance says,

That bring atonement for our sins,

However great our faults and guilt,

Yet greater is your gift of grace.

A day shall come your holy day,

Through which all things will flour again,

Let us rejoice forth through this day,

Your grace will lead us back to you.

Let all your works adore you, Lord,

O merciful and triune God,

Renewed by pardon, let us sing,

A new song to your holy name,

Amen, we do well to sing to your name most high,

And proclaim your mercy at daybreak.

It is good to give thanks to the Lord,

To make music to your name almost high,

To proclaim your love in the morning,

And your truth in the watches of the night,

On the ten-stringed lyre and the loot,

With the murmuring sound of the harp,

Your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad,

For the work of your hands I shout with joy,

O Lord, how great are your works,

How deep are your designs,

The foolish men cannot know this,

And the fool cannot understand,

Though the wicked spring up like grass,

And all who do evil thrive,

They are doomed to be eternally destroyed,

But you, Lord, are eternally on high,

See how your enemies perish,

All evil dovers are scattered,

To me you give the wild ox's strength,

You anoint me with the purest oil,

My eyes looked in triumph on my foes,

My ears heard gladly of their fall,

But just will flourish like the palm tree,

And grow like a lebanon cedar,

Planted in the house of the Lord,

They will flourish in the courts of our God,

Still bearing fruit when they are rolled,

Still full of sap, still green,

To proclaim that the Lord is just,

In Him my rock, there is no wrong,

Glory, a potry at filio,

At spewed to his song,

Seek good her art in principio,

At no get samper,

At encecula sacula,

Glory, a man,

We do well to sing to your name most high,

And proclaim your mercy at daybreak,

I will create a new heart in you,

And breathe into you a new spirit,

I will take you away from among the nations,

Gather you from all the foreign lands,

And bring you back to your own land,

I will sprinkle clean water upon you,

To cleanse you from all your impurities,

And from all your idols I will cleanse you,

I will give you a new heart,

And place a new spirit within you,

Taking from your bodies your stony hearts,

And giving you natural hearts,

I will put my spirit within you,

And make you live by my statutes,

Careful to observe my decrees,

You shall live in the land I gave your fathers,

You shall be my people,

And I will be your God.

Glory, a potry at filio,

At spewed to his song,

Seek good at art in principle,

At no cat's samper,

At in secular sacred Lordra moment,

I will create a new heart in you,

And breathe into you a new spirit,

On the lips of children and infants,

You have found perfect praise,

How great is your name, O Lord our God,

Through all the earth,

Your majesty is praised above the heavens,

On the lips of children and of babes,

You have found praise to foil your enemy,

To silence the foe and the rebel,

When I see the heavens the work of your hands,

The moon and the stars which you arranged,

What is man that you should keep him in mind,

More to man that you care for him,

Yet you have made him little less than a god,

With glory and honor you crowned him,

Gave him power over the works of your hands,

Put all things under his feet,

All of them sheep and cattle,

Yes, even the savage beasts,

Birds of the errant fish,

That make their way through the waters,

How great is your name, O Lord our God,

Through all the earth,

Glory of patriot, filio,

At spirit to his uncle,

Seek with that art in principle,

And in God's temper,

At in secular secular man,

On the lips of children and infants,

You have found perfect praise.

Wash yourselves clean,

Put away your misdeeds from before my eyes,

Sees doing evil learn to do good,

Make justice your reign,

Redress the wronged,

Hear the orphans plea,

Defend the widow,

Come now let us set things right,

Says the Lord,

Though your sins be like scarlet,

They may become white as snow,

Though they be crimson red,

They may become white as wool.

God himself will set me free,

From the hunters now,

God himself will set me free,

From the hunters now,

From those who would trap me with lying words,

And from the hunters now,

Glory of patriot, filio,

At spirit to his uncle,

God himself will set me free,

From the hunters now,

Never before has anyone,

Spoken like this man.

Blessed be the Lord,

The God of Israel,

He has come to his people and set them free.

He has raised up for us a mighty savior,

Born of the house of his servant, David,

Through his holy prophecy promised of old,

That he would save us from our enemies,

From the hands of all who hate us.

He promised to show mercy to our fathers,

And to remember his holy covenant.

This was the oldie swore to our father, Abraham,

To set us free from the hands of our enemies,

Free to worship him without fear,

Holy and righteous in his sight,

All the days of our life.

You my child shall be called the prophet of the most high,

For you will go before the Lord to prepare his way,

To give his people knowledge of salvation,

By the forgiveness of their sins,

In the tender compassion of our God,

The dawn from on high shall break upon us,

To shine on those who dwell in darkness,

And the shadow of death,

And to guide our feet into the way of peace.

Gloria, Padre, Athelio,

At Spirit we song to.

He could err at in principle,

At no getsempere,

At in secular secular moment.

Never before has anyone spoken like this man.

Let us always and everywhere give thanks to Christ our Savior,

And ask him with confidence,

Lord help us with your grace.

May we keep our bodies pure,

As temples of the Holy Spirit,

Lord help us with your grace.

May we offer ourselves this morning in the service of others,

And do your will in all things throughout the day.

Lord help us with your grace.

Teach us to seek the bread of everlasting life,

The bread that is your gift.

Lord help us with your grace.

May your mother the refuge of sinners pray for us,

And gain for us your loving forgiveness.

Lord help us with your grace.

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

And forgive us our trespasses,

As we forgive those who trespass against us,

And lead us not in temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

May though working of your mercy, O Lord, we pray,

Direct our hearts alright,

For without your grace we cannot find favor in your sight.

Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,

Who lives in rings with the unity of the Holy Spirit,

God forever and ever.

Amen.

Tommi nus nusbene dikat,

Et abamni magu defendat,

Et ad vitam per dukat et ternam.

Amen.