Antiphon

Praised be the God of Love,

Here below and here above,

Who hath dealt his mercies so

To his friend and to his foe:

That both grace and glory tend

Us of old and us in th'end.

The great shepherd of the fold

Us did make for us was sold.

He our foes in pieces brake,

Him we touch and Him we take.

Wherefore since that he is such,

We adore and we do crouch.

Lord, thy praises should be more,

We have none and we no store.

Praised be the God alone,

Who hath made of two folds one.