From the same.* 1 O JESU, source of calm repose, Thy like nor man nor angel knows, Fairest among ten thousand fair! Even those whom death’s sad fetters bound, Whom thickest darkness compass’d round, Find light and life, if Thou appear. 2 Effulgence of the Light Divine, Ere rolling planets knew to shine, Ere time its ceaseless course began; Thou, when the’ appointed hour was come, Didst not abhor the Virgin’s womb, But, God with God, wert Man with man. 3 The world,