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, Ark of the Covenant, Solomon's throne
The rainbow you are through the Deluge that shone.
Bright bush of the vision, fair flowering rod!
Sweet morsel of Samson, sealed closet of God!
O, how befitting The Wisdom divine
To prepare for Himself A nature like Thine!
To which not a speck Of the error of Eve,
That taints all beside, for a moment could cleave.
My dwelling is in the highest heavens;
And my throne I have placed above the clouds.
The Little Office of the Blessed Virgin Mary - Index