Blessed art thou, O Lord: O teach me thy statutes.
The choir of saints have found life’s spring, and paradise’s door; and may I also find the way through penitence. I am a wandering sheep: O Saviour, me recall, and save thou me.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
Ye saints, that preach’d the Lamb of God, and sacrificed were as lambs, and unto life that grows not old and aye endures translated are; this ceaselessly, ye martyrs, pray, that unto us vouchsaf’d may be remission of our trespasses.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
O ye that walk’d the narrow way, that ever-suffering is; all ye that during life accepted have as yoke the cross, and follow’d me in faith; come, and enjoy those things prepar’d for you, rewards and crowns celestial.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
Of thy narrateless glory I an image am, and, though I bear offences’ scars, compassionate thy creature, Lord, and cleanse me in thy tenderness, and the desired fatherland give thou to me, a citizen of paradise me making once again.
Blessed art thou, O Lord....
Thou who of old didst form me out of nothingness, and with thy godlike image didst adorn, but, for transgressing the commands, didst turn again to earth, whereout I taken was, to that which sembleth thee do thou me call once more, shaping again the erewhile comeliness.