Glory be, etc.
Ant. Like unto choice myrrh thou yieldest a sweet smell, O holy Mother of God.
Ant. Before this Virgin's couch *
sing us again and again
the sweet songs of the play.
PSALM XXIII
A song of triumph for the translation of the Ark to Mount Sion
The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof: the world and all they that dwell therein.
For He hath founded it upon the seas; and hath prepared it upon the rivers.
Who shall go up to the mountain of the Lord? or who shall stand in His holy place?
He that hath clean hands and a pure heart: who hath not taken his soul in vain, nor sworn deceitfully to his neighbor.
He shall receive a blessing from the Lord, and mercy from God his Saviour.
This is the generation of them that
