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here shall come forth a rod out of the root of Jesse, and a flower shall rise up out of his root. And the Spirit of the Lord shall rest upon Him.

R. Thanks be to God.

Queen of all the virgin choir, Enthroned above the starry sky, Who with thy bosom's milk didst feed Thine own Creator, Lord most high.

What man had lost in hapless Eve, Thy sacred womb to man restores; Thou to the wretched here beneath Hast open'd heaven's eternal doors.

Hail, O refulgent Hall of light! Hail, Gate august of heaven's high King! Through thee redeemed to endless life, Thy praise let all the nations sing.

O Jesu! born of Virgin bright, Immortal glory be to Thee;