lation, Thou wilt quicken me: * and Thou hast stretched forth Thy hand against the wrath of my enemies: and Thy right hand hath saved me.
The Lord will repay for me: * Thy mercy, O Lord, endureth for ever: O despise not the works of Thy hands.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. Despise not, O Lord, the works of Thy hands.
V. I heard a voice from heaven, saying to me,
R. Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord.
CANTICLE, B. V. M., Luke i. 46
Ant. All that.
My soul * doth magnify the Lord. And my spirit hath rejoiced * in God my Saviour.
Because He hath looked down on the lowliness of His handmaid, * for behold henceforth all generations will call me blessed.
Because He that is mighty hath done great things for me; * and holy is His name.
