So that these your servants can, with all their voice, to sing your wonderful feats, clean the blemish of our spotted lips. O Saint John!
An angel came from the heavens to announce your father the greatness of your birth, dictating your name and destination.
Zacarias doubted of these divine promises and was deprived of the use of the speech; but when you were born it recovered the voice that had lost.
Still locked in your mother's breast, you felt the King's presence housed in the vestal womb. And prophet, before being born, you revealed this mystery to your parents.
Glory be to the Father and to the engendered Son; glory similar to the Holy Spirit that is knot of both, for every century. Amen