From the nearest church or from another place designated for this purpose the clergy go to the telegraph station, chanting or reciting the following (for the music see the music supplement):
Canticle of Zachary
On arriving at the station the priest intones the antiphon, which is continued by the choir and followed by psalm 103 (for the music see the music supplement):
Antiphon: Blessed are you, O Lord, * who make the clouds your chariot, who travel on the wings of the wind; * who make the winds your messengers, and flaming fire your ministers.
P: Bless the Lord, my soul! * Lord, my God, you are great indeed!
All: You are clothed with majesty and glory, * robed in light as with a cloak.
P: You have spread out the heavens like a tent-cloth; * you have constructed your palace upon the waters.
All: You make the clouds your chariot; * you travel on the wings of the wind.
P: You make the winds your messengers, * and flaming fire your ministers.
All: You fixed the earth upon its foundation, * not to be moved forever;
P: With the ocean, as with a garment, you covered it; * above the mountains the waters stood.
All: At your rebuke they fled, * at the sound of your thunder they took to flight;
P: As the mountains rose, they went down the valleys * to the place you had fixed for them.
All: You set a limit they may not pass, * nor shall they cover the earth again.
P: You send forth springs into the watercourses * that wind among the mountains,
All: And give drink to every beast of the field, * till the wild asses quench their thirst.
P: Beside them the birds of heaven dwell; * from among the branches they send forth their song.
All: You water the mountains from your palace; * the earth is replete with the fruit of your works.
P: You raise grass for the cattle, * and vegetation for men’s use,
All: Producing bread from the earth, * and wine to gladden men’s hearts,
P: So that their faces gleam with oil, * and bread fortifies the hearts of men.
All: Well watered are the trees of the Lord, * the cedars of Lebanon, which He planted;
P: In them the birds build their nests; * fir trees are the home of the stork.
All: The high mountains are for wild goats; * the cliffs are a refuge for rock-badgers.
P: You made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows the hour of its setting.
All: You bring darkness, and it is night; * then all the beasts of the forest roam about;
P: Young lions roar for the prey * and seek their food from God.
All: When the sun rises, they withdraw * and couch in their dens.
P: Man goes forth to his work * and to his tillage till the evening.
All: How manifold are your works, O Lord! * In wisdom you have wrought them all–the earth is full of your creatures;
P: The sea also, great and wide, in which are schools without number * of living things both small and great,
All: And where ships move about * with Leviathan, which you formed to play there.
P: They all look to you * to give them food in due time.
All: When you give it to them, they gather it; * when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
P: If you hide your face, they are dismayed; if you take away their breath, they perish * and return to their dust.
All: When you send forth your spirit, they are created, * and you renew the face of the earth.
P: May the glory of the Lord endure forever; * may the Lord be glad in His works!
All: He who looks upon the earth, and it trembles; * who touches the mountains and they smoke!
P: I will sing to the Lord all my life; * I will sing praise to my God while I live.
All: Pleasing to Him be my theme; * I will be glad in the Lord.
P: May sinners cease from the earth, and may the wicked be no more. * Bless the Lord, my soul!
All: Glory be to the Father.
P: As it was in the beginning.
All: Ant.: Blessed are you, O Lord, who make the clouds your chariot, who travel on the wings of the wind; * who make the winds your messengers, and flaming fire your ministers.
P: Our help is in the name of the Lord.
All: Who made heaven and earth.
P: The Lord be with you.
All: May He also be with you.
Let us pray.
We entreat you, Lord God, grant us, your servants, the enjoyment of lasting health of body and mind; and by the glorious intercession of blessed Mary, ever a Virgin, free us from present sorrow and give us everlasting joy; through Christ our Lord.
Let us pray.
God, who ride on the wings of the wind, and who alone work wonders; just as you have empowered this metal to carry messages to-and-fro more quickly than a lightning flash; so also grant that we, inspired by these new inventions and aided by your bounteous grace, may in a similar way come more swiftly and easily to you; through Christ our Lord.
The priest sprinkles the telegraph with holy water.