Psalm 78

O Lady, the heathen have come into the inheritance of God: which thou hast established in Christ by thy merits. Let thy speech be sweet before Him: and unite me to Him who hath redeemed me. Stretch forth thine arm against the cruel enemy: and unfold to me his craft. Thy voice is sweet above every melody: the angelic harmony cannot be compared with it. Drop down on me the sweetness of thy graces: and the fragrance of thy heavenly gifts. Glory be to the Father, etc.