Psalm 114

I have loved the Mother of the Lord my God: and the light of her compassions she hath shined upon me. The sorrows of death have encompassed me: and the visitation of Mary hath rejoiced me. I have incurred grief and danger: and I have been recreated by her grace. Let her name and her memory be in the midst of our heart: and the blow of the malignant will not injure us. Be converted, my soul, unto her praise: and thou shalt find refreshment in thy last end. Glory be to the Father, etc.