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 When He giveth sleep to His beloved, lo, children are an heritage from the Lord, and the fruit of the womb a reward.

Like as arrows in the hand of the mighty, so are the children of the outcast.

Blessed is the man whose desire is satisfied with them: he shall not be confounded when he speaketh with his enemies in the gate.

Glory be, etc.

ow winter is past, the rain is over and gone: arise, my love, and come.

eautiful art thou, * and sweet in thy delight, O holy Mother of God.

he Lord shall give Him the throne of David His father, and He shall reign for ever.

ehold the handmaid of the Lord,* be it done unto me according to thy word.