O Lady, the heathen have come into the inheritance of God: which thou hast
established in Christ by thy merits.
Let thy speech be sweet before Him: and unite me to Him who hath redeemed
Stretch forth thine arm against the cruel enemy: and unfold to me his
Thy voice is sweet above every melody: the angelic harmony cannot be
compared with it.
Drop down on me the sweetness of thy graces: and the fragrance of thy
Glory be to the Father, etc.