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 Mother of grace! O Mary blest! To thee, sweet fount of life, we fly; Shield us through life, and take us hence, To thy dear bosom when we die.

O Jesus! born of Virgin bright, Immortal glory be to Thee, Praise to the Father infinite, And Holy Ghost eternally. Amen.

''Ant. '' The Virgin Mary.

''Ant. '' Hail, Mary.

''Ant. '' When thou wert born.

hen I was in trouble, I cried unto the Lord: and He heard me.

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips and from a deceitful tongue.

What shall be given unto Thee, or what shall be added unto Thee, to a deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty One, with destroying coals.