
Thee, who in joy didst bear thy Child,
Thee, pierced with grief and sorrowing,
Thee, in abiding glory placed,
Thee, Virgin Mother, do we sing.
Hail, to thy joyful mysteries,
Conception, Visitation, Birth,
The Offering, Finding of Thy Son,
O Mother, blessed in thy mirth.
Hail, bearing in thy heart with grief
Thy Son's great Agony, the blows,
the thorny Crown, the Cross itself:
Queen of all martyrs in thy woes.
Hail, in the triumphs of thy Son,
In fiery tongues of Pentecost,
In light and exaltation made
The Queen of glory, heaven's boast.
O come, ye nations, gather now
And let these mysteries roses prove;
Sweet garlands weave for Heav'n's Queen.
The glorious Mother of fair love.
O Jesus, Virgin-born, to Thee,
Eternal glory be and praise.
To Father and to Paraclete
Our songs of glory too we raise.
Amen
V. Queen of the most holy Rosary, pray for us.
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
1 comment:
Amen. Nice.
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