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

''Ant. '' Thou art fair.

''Ant. '' Behold the handmaid of the Lord,

''Ant. '' Behold, Mary.

hen the Lord turned again the captivity of Sion, we became like men consoled.

Then was our mouth filled with gladness, and our tongue with joy.

Then shall they say among the Gentiles: The Lord hath done great things for them.