The Litany of Creation

I entreat Thee by the tenth order in the compact earth;

I entreat laud-worthy St Michael the Archangel to help me against demons.

Together with St Michael the Archangel I entreat Thee by land and sea unrestingly; I entreat Thee without contempt by every property of God the Father.

I entreat Thee, O Lord, by the suffering of Thy body, white with fasting; I entreat Thee by the contemplative life, I entreat Thee by the active life.

I entreat the company of heaven with St Michael the Archangel for my soul; I entreat the saints of the world to help me on earth.

I entreat the company of heaven with bright-armed St Michael the Archangel; I entreat Thee by the triad, wind, and sun and moon.

I entreat Thee by water and cruel air; I entreat Thee by fire; I entreat Thee by earth.

I entreat Thee by the trinity, the arched torrid zone, I entreat Thee by the two temperate zones, I entreat Thee by the two frigid zones.

I entreat Thee by the compass of the tuneful firmament; I entreat every stately-branching order, the host of the bright stars.

I entreat Thee by the kings with their royal mighty train of kings; I entreat all mysteries, I entreat the glories of St Michael the Archangel.

I entreat Thee by every living creature that ever tasted death and life; I entreat Thee by every inanimate creature because of Thy fair beauteous mystery.

I entreat Thee by Thy love, which is deeper than the ocean; I entreat Thine own self, O King of the fierce sun.

Every saint that is, was, and shall be, and every holy virgin without deceit, with St Michael the Archangel the fair guardian, to help me without... May this host protect me! I entreat Thee, O Father, I entreat.

I beseech Thee, O Father, that I may be in Thy ranks; this is in brief the wise "besom of devotion."

Though it be brief in words, it is a pure brightly ordered strain; it is full of devotion, it is in perfect clerkship.

It is a summons to saints, it is a summons to the elements, it is an entreaty to angels. It is a breast-plate to my soul, it is a protection to me, body and heart, it is a pleasant ready nurture, it is a praising of the King of heaven.

It is sanctficiation to men who recite it continually; it is a judgment of him who recites it, it is devotion, it is suffering.

It is a partaking of the Body of Christ, and it is a hard conflict; it is fair perfect faith, it is converse with angels.

Every angel, every strain, every dear fair-hued saint, every creature under Thy sway, by them I entreat Thee, O Father. I entreat.

I entreat Thee by time with its clear divisions, I entreat Thee by the darkness, I entreat Thee by the light.

I entreat all the elements in heaven and earth, that the eternal sweetness may be granted to my soul.

Thy boundless pity, Thy might over battles, Thy gentleness to Thy debtors, O beloved speedy King, I entreat.

To help me out of every conflict, by them I entreat Thee, O Father. I entreat.

This 8th century Irish litany is for private use only. Note: tibi soli peccavi means "I have sinned against you alone." This litany is to be followed by the Creed and the Pater Noster (Our Father).

Jonathan Fabian Ginunggil,

Most High Servant,

Jesus, Mary, Joseph Ministry of Love 

(Blessed and Saints and the Nine Choirs of Angels)