- Te gestientem gaudiis,
Te sauciam doloribus,
Te jugi amictam gloria,
O Virgo Mater pangimus.
- Ave, redundans gaudio
Dum concipis, dum visitas,
Et edis, offers, invenis,
Mater beata Filium,
- Ave, dolens, et intimo,
In corde agonem, verbera,
Spinas crucemque Filii
Perpessa, princeps martyrum.
- Ave, in triumphis Filii,
In ignibus Paraclyti,
In regni honore et lumine,
Regina fulgens gloria.
- Venite gentes, carpite
Ex his rosas mysteriis,
Et pulchri amoris inclitæ
Matri coronas nectite.
- Gloria tibi Domine
Qui natus es de Virgine,
Cum Patre et Sancto Spiritu
In sempiterna sæcula.
| - The gladness of thy Motherhood,
The anguish of thy suffering,
The glory now that crowns thy brow,
O Virgin-Mother, we would sing.
- Hail, blessed Mother, full of joy
In thy consent, thy visit too;
Joy in the birth of Christ on earth,
Joy in Him lost and found anew.
- Hail, sorrowing in His agony—
The blows, the thorns that pierced His brow;
The heavy wood, the shameful Rood—
Yea! Queen and chief of Martyrs thou.
- Hail, in the triumph of thy Son,
The quickening flames of Pentecost;
Shining a Queen in light serene,
When all the world is tempest-tost.
- O come, ye nations, roses bring,
Culled from these mysteries Divine,
And for the Mother of your King
With loving hands your chaplets twine.
- We lay our homage at Thy feet,
Lord Jesus, Thou the Virgin’s Son,
With Father and with Paraclete,
Reigning while endless ages run.
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