Most holy and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs,
you stood beneath the cross,
witnessing the agony of your dying Son.
Look with a mother’s tenderness and pity on us,
as we kneel before you. More…
O angelic young Gabriel, who, with your ardent love for Jesus Crucified and your compassion for Our Lady of Sorrows, were on earth a mirror of innocence and an example of every virtue; we turn to you full of confidence to implore your aid. More…
Hallowed Mother, do this favour: Those Wounds that gored my Saviour, deeply on my heart engraved.
Mine it be, Christ’s throes in sharing.
Mine it be, his anguish bearing.
These, his wounds, to keep in mind. More…