Lorica of St Gildas
Help Us God, Aristotle and Christos
have pity on us,
I beseech Thee to help us who am placed
in peril as if a sailor in a terrible sea,
So that neither the pestilence of this year
nor the vanity of the world
may suck me under.
And this I beg from the mighty powers of the Solar Paradise:
that you may not leave me to be torn by foes,
But may defend me with your mighty arms;
that they may stand before me in battle array
as the army of Solar Paradise
Cherubim and Seraphim with their thousands
Michael and Gabriel and their like,
I call upon thrones, the virtues, the archangels,
the principalities, powers and angels
that, shielding me in dense formation,
I may stand strong to strike down the enemy.
I beseech all other chief leaders,
patriarchs and the four-times-four prophets
and I beg the Apostles, pilots of the ship of Christ,
the martyrs, yea, and all captains,
and I adjure also virgins,
faithful widows and confessors,
that for the sake of their salvation may encircle me
And all evil may perish from before me;
That Christos may make a strong alliance with me
that terror and fear may affright the foul host.
Thu May 01, 2014 5:10 pm