Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam.
Even unto the God of my joy and gladness.
Why art thou so heavy, O my soul and why art thou so disquieted within me? O put thy trust in God, for I will yet give Him thanks who is the help of my countenance, and my God.
The main reason God gave us quadrigesima was not that we could see how great how sins are, but that, seeing a little of how great our sins are, we could see how God's love is greater beyond reckoning.
Holy God. Holy and Mighty. Holy Immortal One. In the balance against your justice, our sins are heavy. But against your love they are like feathers.
We had sold ourselves to become prisoners to your enemy. But you have burst the bars and shattered the gates. The triumph of your love has washed him away as the waters washed away Pharaoh's army.
Whatever becomes of us (and we entrust ourselves to your mercy) your victory will ring through all ages. You have conquered the adversary, and even now you conquer him in our hearts. And we will yet give you thanks who are the help of our countenance and our God.