In the mild rays of the sun,
As Mary bathed Christ
In the rich milk of Egypt.
Sweetness be in my mouth,
Wisdom be in my speech,
The love the fair Mary gave her Son
Be in the heart of all flesh for me.
The love of Christ in my breast,
The form of Christ protecting me,
There is not in sea nor on land
That can overcome the King of the Lord's Day.
The hand of Bride about my neck,
The hand of Mary about my breast,
The hand of Michael laving me,
The hand of Christ saving me.
Force in my mouth,
Sense be in my speech,
The taste of nectar on my lips,
Till I return hither.