Your help, propitious Mother, lend us
And from the dreadful foe defend us.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, now and for ever and ever.
Hail, city of refuge, the safety of all;
Hail tower of David, impregnable wall;
All flaming with zeal for man in his woe,
You crushed the head of his Stygian foe.
Invincible woman, Than Judith more bold,
Fair Abisag cherishing David of old;
Rachel a saviour To one people gave;
You a redeemer All nations to save.
All fair are you, my beloved.
And there was never a stain of Adam's sin in you.
The Little Office of the Blessed Virgin Mary - Index