OFFICE OF THE B.V.M
51
Break the captives' fetters,
Light on blindness pour;
All our ills expelling,
Every bliss implore.
Show thyself a Mother;
Offer Him our sighs,
Who for us Incarnate
Did not thee despise.
Virgin of all virgins!
To thy shelter take us:
Gentlest of the gentle!
Chaste and gentle make us.
Still, as on we journey,
Help our weak endeavor,
Till with thee and Jesus
We rejoice for ever.
Through the highest heaven,
To the almighty Three,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
One same glory be. Amen.
V. Grace is poured forth on thy lips.
R. Therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
