Who hath made peace in thy borders: and filled thee with the fat of corn.
Who sendeth forth His speech upon the earth: His word runneth very swiftly.
Sister Pilar, as white as death, and Sister Assumcion, still sobbing, enter and take their places.
Who giveth snow like wool: He scattereth mist like ashes.
He sendeth His crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of His cold?
He shall send out His word and shall melt them: His wind shall blow, and the waters shall run.
Who declareth His word unto Jacob: His Justice and judgments unto Israel.
He hath not done in like manner to every nation: and His judgement He hath not made manifest to them.
The Lord, who putteth peace on the borders of the Church, filleth us with the fat of wheat.