Let the Church of Christ sing a song to her Beloved – the Church for whom God, forsaking father and mother, did clothe Himself in our nature and spit out the synagogue!
O Christ, from Thy sacred side flowed her Sacraments: with the support of Thy Cross is she kept on the sea of this age.
Out of love for Thy spouse Thou art shut up at Gaza, but will break down its gates: to pluck her from her enemies Thou didst contend with Goliath the tyrant, laying him low with one little cobble.
Behold, o Christ, Thy whole Church disporteth herself in peace under Thy lovely vine.
Thou Who art risen in the garden, o Christ, unlockest for Thy people the garden, long barred to them, of burgeoning Paradise, o Lord, King of Kings.