"Blessed be the Lord my rock.
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I will sing a new song unto thee, O God:
Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee."
As the last triumphant words of the refrain slowly died away, Annys was
conducted to the altar, where he again prostrated himself, while the
Abbot offered up a special prayer for his salvation and made the sign
of the cross over him. No longer was he under the ban of the Church. He
rested on her bosom as a wearied child spent with sobs.