She who descends upon earth to give beauty to all men. For the Lord is not worshipped with sadness, or with cries of despair. Leave off your moans and lamentations, and sing unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord and all the earth. Let the heavens rejoice and let the earth be glad, let the fields be joyful and let the floods clap their hands; let the hills be joyful together before the Lord. For you shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing.
Angel of Joy, Holy messenger of the Earthly Mother, I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.