Ave, verum templum Dei, precor miserere mei, tu totius arca boni, fac electis me apponi, vas dives Deus omnium
Like newborn infants, long for the guileless milk of reason, that by it you may grow into salvation, if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good (1 Peter 2:2–3)
Hail God, my salvation, sweet Jesus, my beloved, hail, breast to be revered, to be touched with trembling, dwelling of love
Give me a clean breast, ardent, pious, moaning, an abnegated will, always conforming to You, with an abundance of virtues
Hail, true temple of God, I pray, have mercy on me, You, the ark of all that is good, make me be placed with the chosen, rich vessel, God of all