To thee, O Lady, will I cry, and thou shalt hear me: in the voice of thy
praise thou wilt make me glad.
Have mercy on me in the day of my trouble: and in the light of thy truth
Blessed be thou, O Lady: to the uttermost ends of the earth.
The sanctuary which thy hands have established: is the holy temple of thy
Thy conscience is pure and undefiled: a place of propitiation and the holy
dwelling of God.
Glory be to the Father, etc.