Glory.
Our Maker, and our Author, and our God.
Both now.
We have thee as a fortress and a haven....
Then psalm l.
And after this the requiem canon over a departed babe is begun.
Ode i. Tone viii.
Crossing the sea as on dry land....
Refrain. Rest thou the babe, O Lord.
O Word of God, who in the flesh didst poor become, and, without change, wast pleas’d a babe to be; we pray thee place in Abraham’s bosom the babe thou hast receiv’d.