Psalm 88

Thy mercies, O Lady, I will sing forever. With the ointment of thy tender mercy heal the broken in heart: and with the oil of thy mercy console our griefs. May thy gracious countenance appear to me in my end: may the beauty of thy face rejoice my spirit in its going forth. Stir up my spirit to love thy goodness: excite my mind to extol thy nobility and worth. Deliver me from evil and tribulation: and from all sin keep thou my soul. Glory be to the Father, etc