Lift up the light of your face on us O Lord .

The eternal question , of the can and the may.

Unhappiness cut with the spiritual sword.

I am at Compline at Downside for the last time .

Sitting now alone in the darkened Abbey .

And once again the old feeling of joy is sublime .

Will it come again , maybe .

You will not fear the terror of the night.

Nor the arrow that flies by day .

The darkness always pierced by your light.

Contentment clings like  silver clay .

Upon you no evil shall fall.

We can  pray and walk tall .

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Here profound silence

The Abbey is quiet and still

Here then I can pray

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See the Psalms of Compline . Ps 4 and Ps 91