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ail, Solomon's Throne! Pure Ark  of  the  law, Fair Rainbow  and  Bush, Which the  patriarch  saw!

Hail, Gedeon's  Fleece! Hail, blossoming  rod! Samson's  sweet  Honeycomb! Portal of  God!

Well-fitting it  was That a  Son  so  divine Should preserve  from  all touch Of original  sin,

Nor suffer  by  smallest Defect to  be  stained That Mother,  whom  He For  Himself  had  ordained.

Amen.

V. I  dwell  in  the  highest.

R. And  my  throne  is  on the  pillar  of  the  clouds.

V. O  Lady,  aid,  etc. (with  the  prayer  as  above).

V. O  Lady,  make  speed etc.