As the hart longs for the water-brooks, so doth my soul pine for thy love.
For thou art the mother of my life: and the sublime repairer of my flesh.
For thou art the feeder of the Savior of my soul: the beginning and the end
of all my salvation.
Hear me, O Lady, let my stains be cleansed: enlighten me, O Lady, that my
darkness may be illuminated.
Let my tepidity be enkindled by thy love: let my torpor be expelled by thy
Glory be to the Father, etc.