HAIL HOLY QUEEN ENTHRONED ABOVE
Hail, holy Queen enthroned above, O María.
Hail, Queen of mercy and of love, O María.
Triumph, all ye Cherubim;
Sing with us, ye Seraphim.
Heav’n and earth resound the hymn:
Salve, Salve, Salve, Regína.
The cause of joy to all below, O María.
The spring through which all graces flow, O María.
Angels, all your praises bring;
Earth and heaven, with us sing;
All creation echoing:
Salve, Salve, Salve, Regína.
O gentle, loving, holy one, O María.
The God of light became your son, O María.
Triumph, all ye Cherubim;
Sing with us, ye Seraphim.
Heav’n and earth resound the hymn:
Salve, Salve, Salve, Regína.
Our Lady of Fatima
Our Lady of Fatima, we come on bended knees
To beg your intercession for peace and unity
Dear Mary, won’t you show us the right and shining way
We pledge our love and offer you a rosary each day.
You promised at Fatima. each time that you appeared
To help us if we pray to you to banish war and fear
Dear Lady on first Saturdays, we ask your guiding hand
For peace and guidance here on earth
And protection for our land.
Mother of Christ
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
What shall I ask of thee?
I do not sigh for the wealth of earth,
For joys that fade and flee;
But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I long to see,
The bliss untold which thine arms enfold,
The treasure upon thy knee.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ.
He was all-in-all to thee,
In Bethlehem’s cave, in Nazareth’s home,
In the hamlets of Galilee.
So Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
He will not say nay to thee,
When He lifts His face, to thy sweet embrace,
Speak to Him, Mother, of Me.”
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
What shall I do for thee?
I love thy Son with my whole strength
My only King shall he be.
Yes, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This I do ask of thee,
Of all that are dear or cherished here,
None shall be dear as He.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
The world will bid Him flee,
Too busy to heed His gentle voice,
Too blind His charms to see; Then,
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
Come with thy Babe to me;
Tho’ the world be cold, my heart shall hold
A shelter for Him and thee.
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
I toss on a stormy sea,
O lift thy child as beacon high
To the port where I fain would be,
Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I ask of thee,
When the voyage is o'er, O stand on the shore
And show Him at last to me.
