O eventide, thy mantle is deep blue, And spread o’er mountainside, o’er hill and vale. The clear and sweet peal of the abbey bell Calls workmen home, and all to prayer anew. O bell that cries with Mary’s youthful joy, As to the Word made flesh our knees we bend, What sound, though brief, so lovely could God send, As now we men our evensong employ? And holy Dominic smiles from on high, To hear the Stella Maris sung again, To hear her canticle, her song of praise, As deep’ning dusk fades even into night. Deign Thou o Lord to hear my humble prayer, And let my cry now come before Thine ear.
Vespers
Vespers
Vespers
O eventide, thy mantle is deep blue, And spread o’er mountainside, o’er hill and vale. The clear and sweet peal of the abbey bell Calls workmen home, and all to prayer anew. O bell that cries with Mary’s youthful joy, As to the Word made flesh our knees we bend, What sound, though brief, so lovely could God send, As now we men our evensong employ? And holy Dominic smiles from on high, To hear the Stella Maris sung again, To hear her canticle, her song of praise, As deep’ning dusk fades even into night. Deign Thou o Lord to hear my humble prayer, And let my cry now come before Thine ear.