Hail, Mary, mother
and Queen of tender mercy, our life, our comfort, and our hope, we hail you.
From this foreign
land, Eve’s sons and daughters cry to you.
So lost, so full of
fear, we mourn, we grieve, we sigh from this tearful vale of exile.
Ah, then, our help,
our advocate and guide, turn now to us the gaze of you all loving eyes, so full
of mercy.
And Jesus your Son,
and Lord, your womb’s most blessed fruit show him to us when we complete our
sojourn.
O gentle, o loving, o
beloved, o Virgin Mary.
(Plainchant, Mode V)
(Plainchant, Mode V)
