There is a new joy in striking up a song of
thanks, when the Virgin Mother of God first begins her life. Mary, the glory of
the world, the daughter of eternal light, your Son completely preserved you
within from any fall. The original stain
has fallen on every generation; Only you with your Son are said to have never
contracted sin. The head of the crafty snake is crushed under foot; with his
sling, David conquered the pride of the pride of the perfidious giant. Gentle
and humble dove, lacking the bitterness of sin, a sign of God’s mercy, bearing
the branch of flourishing grace. Glory
to the Father and to the Paraclete and to your Son, who granted you the grace
of a singular holiness. Amen.
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Correction: missing 4th stanza of hymn for Lauds: Immaculate Conception
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