Mary Immaculate, Star of the Morning

Anthems of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Star of the Sea

Evidence for the 3rd Secret Narrative by the BVM Pertaining to this Hymn (Click/Expand or Bypass)

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Fr. Paul Kramer gives secondary evidence for the narrative of the 3rd Secret of Fatima suppressed by Cardinal Sodano, but derived from Cardinal Bea, Cardinal Strich and St. Pio of Pietralcina, who had first-hand knowledge of that, the Narrative of the 3rd Secret by the BVM. Contrary to assertions that there had been a gradual, superficial “conversion” to Christianity in Russia, by an Orthodox Church which was continually a department of the Soviet State, the total consecration of Russia to the Immaculate Heart of Mary by the Pope in union on the same day with each Bishop of the world in their home cathedrals, is expected to result in the instantaneous, total conversion of Russia as a nation, to effect the complete conversion of the world.
TCE 46: Fr. Paul Kramer and Fatima – Padre Peregrino

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Mary Immaculate, Star of the Morning
F. W. Weatherell (1915) Liebster Immanuel
Harmonization by J.S. Bach (1685-1750)
1. Mary Immaculate,
Star of the Morning,
Chosen before the cre-
ation began,
Chosen to bring, in the
light of thy dawning,
Woe to the serpent and
res_-cue to man:
2. Here in an orbit of
shadow and sadness,
Veiling thy splendor, thy
course thou hast run;
Now thou art throned in all
glory and gladness,
Crowned by the hand of thy
Sav_-iour and Son.
3. Sinners, we worship thy
sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for thy
pity we plead;
Grant us the shield of thy
sov’reign protection;
Measure thine aid by the
depth_ of our need.
4. Frail is our nature and
strict our probation,
Watchful the foe that would
lure us to wrong;
Succor our souls in the
hour of temptation,
Mary Immaculate,
ten_-der and strong.
5. See how the wiles of the
serpent assail us,
See how we waiver and
flinch in the fight:
Let thine immaculate
merit avail us,
Make of our weakness a
proof_ of thy might.
6. Bend from thy throne at the
note of our crying,
Bend to this earth which thy
footsteps have trod:
Stretch out thine arms to us
living and dying,
Mary Immaculate
Mo_-ther of God.

And the temple of God was opened in heaven: and the ark of his testament was seen in his temple, and there were lightnings, and voices, and an earthquake, and great hail. And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.

Worship (“worthy-ship”) is best interpreted as “give esteem”. We give adoration, latria, to God alone, we give veneration, dulia, worship, to the Saints–I have seen a stained glass window of John Calvin in Westminster Presbyterian by the California State Capitol–and we give extreme veneration, hyperdulia, to the Blessed Virgin Mary as the creature of God of greater dignity and holiness than all others, angels or men.

Iconoclasts blur these distinctions between the several gradations of piety, despite Adonai’s command to hear Him from between the images of angels on the ark of the covenant (Exodus 25:22), and Adonai’s command (Numbers 21:6-9) to set up brass serpents on a pole to be viewed by the people for a cure from the plague punishment for their faithlessness, to which Jesus seems to be referring about Himself in John 12:32 when He says “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all things to myself.”.

Most people who feel scruples that our attention to Mary should not detract from the glory of Jesus, take no account, that it is His own will that we begin our efforts at properly humbling ourselves before Him, by first humbling ourselves to her.

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Mother of Mercy, Day by Day
Fr. Frederick W. Faber, 1851 Traditional Melody,
Catholic Church Hymnal with Music‎,
1905, p. 171
1. Mother of Mercy, day by day
My love of thee grows more and more;
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way,
Like sands upon the great seashore;
Like sands upon the great seashore.
2. Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,
When times are worst, who does not know,
Darkness is light with love of thee?
Darkness is light with love of thee?
3. But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;
And yet in this I did but tread,
The very path my Saviour trod;
The very path my Saviour trod.
4. They know but little of thy worth
Who speak these heartless words of thee;
For what did Jesus love on earth,
One half so tenderly as thee?
One half so tenderly as thee?
5. Get me the grace to love thee more;
Jesus will give if thou wilt plead;
And, Mother, when life’s cares are o’er,
Oh, I shall love thee then indeed;
Oh, I shall love thee then indeed.
6. Jesus, when His three hours were run,
Bequeathed thee from the Cross to me;
And Oh, how can I love thy Son,
Sweet Mother, if I love not thee?
Sweet Mother, if I love not thee?

St. Bernard says: “Mary had no fault of her own, and far from her most innocent heart was repentance.” Of what could the heart of Mary repent when she had never admitted into it anything worthy of penance? Therefore, her pure heart was not the haunt of the devil, nor the sepulcher of vice. Rather, it was a garden and a paradise of the Holy Ghost, according to that word of the Canticle of Canticles: “A garden enclosed is my Sister, my Spouse.”

“A garden,” says St. Jerome, “a garden of delights, in which were planted the seeds of all virtues, and the perfume of virtue.” St. Bonaventure, Psalter of the Blessed Virgin Mary

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O Purest of Creatures – Sweet Star of the Sea
Fr. Frederick William Faber, (1814-1863) St. Denio
1. O purest of creatures,
sweet Mother! sweet Maid!
The one spotless womb wherein
Jesus was laid!
Dark night hath come down on us,
Mother! And we,
Look out for thy shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
2. Deep night has come down on this
rough-spoken world,
&-the banners of darkness are
boldly unfurled;
&-the tempest tossed Church—
all her eyes are on thee,
They look to thy shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
3. He gazed on thy soul; it was
spotless and fair;
For-the empire of sin—it had
never been there;
None had ever owned thee, dear
Mother! but He,
And-He blessed thy clear shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
4. Earth gave Him one lodging; ‘twas
deep in thy breast,
And God found a home where the
sinner finds rest;
His home and His hiding place
both were in thee,
He-was won by thy shining, sweet
Star of the Sea.
5. O blissful and calm was the
wonderful rest,
That-thou gavest thy God in thy
virginal breast;
For-the heaven He left, He found
heaven in thee,
And-He shone in thy shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
6. To sinners what comfort, to
angels what mirth,
That God found one creature un-
fallen on earth,
One spot where His Spirit, un-
troubled could be,
The depth of thy shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
7. O shine on us brighter than
even, then shine,
For-the highest of honours, dear
Mother! Is thine;
“Conceived without sin,” thy chaste
title e’re be,
Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet
Star of the Sea!
8. So worship we God in these
rude latter days;
So worship we Jesus our
Love, when we praise,
His wonderful grace in the
gifts He gave thee,
The gift of clear shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!
9. Deep night hath come down on us,
Mother! Deep night,
And-we need more than ever the
guide of thy light;
For-the darker the night is the
brighter should be,
Thy beautiful shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!

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“My soul has exulted before God, my Saviour.” (Luke 1:47) Exult again and again, Mary, because you give to the world the joy of its salvation.

Rejoice, O Immaculate Mother, because you preserve the honor of virginity.

Exult with happiness, virgin made mother, because you preserve the honor of virginity, from the maledictions which weigh upon women.

You can surely rejoice before God. Him whom the earth and heaven united, could not contain, you have within you.

You warm Him in your arms, you place Him joyfully in His crib, you alone, Mother, can adore Jesus, your Son, born of you in time, He who, before you, before all time, possesses God as Father from all eternity.

You alone fulfill the duties of a mother to the God who confers maternity on you. You alone can truly exult in Him who renders you sublime and heavenly.

Let heaven and earth praise you, Mary, let every creature reecho your praises! Let my whole being rejoice in your presence, let my soul exalt you, beloved mother! The tongue is powerless to speak of your grandeurs, and the spirit to conceive the wonder of you. Thus, I can only bow before you humbly and say to you prayerfully: receive me in your arms, O my Mother, listen with love to the sighs of my heart, and receive with me all who are mine.

My soul is breathless at the sight of Jesus, since it knows that in Him alone is found its happiness.

Show me this mysterious treasure which you keep hidden within you, Mary!

Yes, I believe that He is the only-begotten Son of the Father, and I also believe that He is your first-born, mysteriously born of your virginity.

I know that He is my God, my Saviour, and my Father, and I know that He chose you for His mother. Oh! I wish through you to see Him, your Son, and I wish to adore Him in your arms. O Mother, you have clothed Him in your flesh. Hence He can not be seen without your aid. And if you do not deign to show Him to us, who will ever merit to look upon Him? Through you alone we have access to the Son, and through the Son we shall reach the Father.

Therefore, show me Jesus: He satisfies my soul. I do not seek nor desire a Father other than Jesus, your Son, my Saviour and my God.

O Mother, I have longed with such desire to see Jesus whom you love more than all others! My soul sighs and longs to contemplate Him, my heart rejoices and seeks to possess Him!

(If you wish with Mary to see Jesus, you must, first of all, have pure eyes. If you wish with Mary to see Jesus, you must, secondly, be holy and pious. If you wish with Mary to see Jesus, you must, finally, abandon the earth and strive to rise, little by little, to heaven.)

Prayer: O Mary, I know my sins and my failings. I know that I am unworthy to see Jesus. But I am unable to rest until I have contemplated Him.

Neither can I forbear to plead, for I know He wishes to be asked. My heart urges me to insist, for I know that you, too, wish that we ask. Thus, O my Mother, I desire to persevere in prayer and contemplation.

– Thomas a Kempis – The Imitation of Mary – Chapter XIII – “The Exultations of Mary” – (Sermons on the Nativity, Sermon II)

The Blessed Virgin said of her Bridegroom at the instant of the Incarnation, “He brought me into the cellar of wine.” The saints who comment on this passage tell us that each of our souls, like hers, must descend with him into that cellar where he will say, “Eat, O my friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.” The saints refer to this as a definite, necessary stage in the spiritual life. Without it, there is no progress toward the Kingdom of Heaven, which is the only goal of the Catholic life, whose only language is music–the etymological root of which means “silence,” as in “mute” and “mystery.” Music is the voice of silence, and so it follows that to enter with Our Beloved Lord into that prayer of quiet and to pray to Our Blessed Lady that He might lead us there, we must learn to speak that language too, that is, we must know music and especially the music of words which is poetry. – John Senior, The Restoration of Christian Culture

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THE VIRGIN By William Wordsworth
Arrangement: Devonne Kathy Keevers
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
With the least shade of thought to sin allied.
Woman! above all women glorified,
Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;
Purer than foam on central ocean tost;
Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn
With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon
Before her wane begins on heaven’s blue coast;
Thy image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,
Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,
As to a visible Power, in which did blend
All that was mixed and reconciled in thee
Of mother’s love with maiden purity,
Of high with low, celestial with terrene!

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Immaculate Mary
Fr. Jean Gaignet
(1839 – 1914)

Lourdes Hymn
1. Immaculate Mary, your
praises we sing. You
reign now in Heaven with
Jesus our King.
Ave, Ave, Ave, Maria!
Ave, Ave, Ave, Maria!
2. In Heaven the blessed your
glory proclaim; on
earth we your children in-
voke your sweet name.
3. We pray for our mother, the
Church upon earth,
And bless, Holy Mary, the
land of our birth.
4. We pray for God’s glory, may
His kingdom come. We
pray for His vicar, our
father in Rome!
5. Predestined for Christ by e-
ternal decree, God
willed you both virgin and
mother to be.
6. To you by an angel, the
Lord God made known, the
grace of the Spirit, the
gift of the Son.
7. Most blest of all women, you
heard and believed, most
blest in the Fruit of your
womb then conceived
8. The angels rejoiced when you
brought forth God’s Son, your
joy is the joy of all
ages to come.
9. Your child is the Saviour, all
hope lies in Him: He
gives us new life and re-
deems us from sin.
10. In grief and temptation, in
joy and in pain, we
turn to you, Mary, your
favor to gain.
11. Your name is our power, your
virtues our light, your
love is our comfort, your
pleading our might.
12. In glory for ever now
close to your Son, all
ages will praise you for
all God has done.

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Macula Non Est In Te
Canticle of Canticles (Song of Solomon) 4:7. The Catholic Youth’s Hymn Book (1871).
Daughter of a mighty father,
Maiden patron of the May;
Angel forms around thee, gather,
Macula non est in te (×5).
Mother of the Son and Saviour
Of the truth, the life, the way;
Guide our footsteps, calm our passion,
Macula non est in te (×5).
Spouse of the Eternal Spirit,
blossom which will ne’er decay;
Let us but Thy love inherit,
Macula non est in te (×5).
Daughter, Mother, Spouse of Heaven,
listen to our earnest lay,
Sweetest gift to man e’er given:
Macula non est in te (×5).
Here on earth we see but darkly,
But we hail afar the day,
When we’ll see thee in thy splendor,
Macula non est in te (×5).
We are earth’s, O thou who blossom,
Lily in the thorny way,
Guide and help us, love and bless us,
Macula non est in te (×5)

Terribilis ut Castrorum Acies Ordinate
(Canticle of Canticles 6:3,9)

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Feasts of the B.V. Mary.
Catholic Church Hymnal with Music‎ #102, New York, 1905
Mother of Our Lord and Saviour
Te Redemptoris Dominique nostri.
1. Mother of our Lord and Saviour,
First in beauty as in power!
Glory of the Christian nations!
Ready help in trouble’s hour!
2. Though the gates of hell against us,
With profoundest fury rage;
Though the ancient foe assault us,
And his fiercest battle wage;
3. Naught can hurt the pure in spirit,
Who upon thine aid rely;
At thy hand secure of gaining,
Strength and mercy from on high.
4. Safe beneath thy mighty shelter,
Though a thousand hosts combine,
All must fall or flee before us,
Scattered by an arm divine.
5. Firm as once on holy Sion,
David’s tow-er reared its height;
With a glorious rampart girded,
And with glist’ning armor bright:
6. So the’Al-migh-ty Virgin Mother,
Stands in strength for evermore;
From satanic hosts defending,
All who her defence implore.
7. Through the long unending ages,
Blessed Trinity to Thee!
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Praise and perfect glory be.

The Suppressed Marian Apparition (Click/Expand)

The Miracle on the Vistula

In the 1920, Bolshvik invasion of Poland, after national prayers at Jasna Góra, when our Lady appeared to the retreating Russians–but the Poles couldn’t see her because she was behind them–the Bolsheviks failed to defeat the Polish army but the Masonic government of Poland didn’t want our Lady to receive credit.

Without our Lady’s intervention, the Bolsheviks would have swept through Poland to waiting Communist cadres all through Germany, France and the rest of Continental Europe, easily overthrowing those governments, the most complete international rout since the French Revolution. Modern history would have been completely different, to an extent unimaginable to us–without the Miracle on the Vistula, by our Lady of Jasna Góra.

Canticle of Canticles 6:3,9
3. Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata. 3 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.
9 Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata? 9 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
The virgin the daughter of Sion hath despised thee, and laughed thee to scorn: the daughter of Jerusalem hath wagged the head after thee. Whom hast thou reproached, and whom hast thou blasphemed, and against whom hast thou exalted thy voice, and lifted up thy eyes on high? Against the Holy One of Israel. Isaiah 37:22-23
Te Redemptoris Dominique nostri

Aurora que Solem paris.

Sweet Morn Thou Parent of the Sun (New York, Catholic Hymn Book, Edward Dunigan and Brother, 1851), arranged to Kingsfold (the theme of Five Variants of Dives and Lazarus by Ralph Vaughan Williams)
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1. Sweet Morn! thou Parent of the Sun!
And Daughter of the same!
What joy and gladness, through thy birth,
This day to mortals came!
Clothed in the Sun I see Thee stand,
The Moon beneath thy feet,
The Stars above thy sacred head
A radiant coronet.
2. Thrones and Dominions gird Thee round,
The Armies of the sky;
Pure streams of glory from Thee flow,
All bathed in Deity!
Terrific as the banner’d line
Of battle’s dread array!
Before Thee tremble Hell and Death,
And own thy mighty sway:
3. While crush’d beneath thy dauntless foot,
The Serpent writhes in vain,
Smit by a deadly stroke, and bound,
In an eternal chain.
O Mightiest! pray for us, that He
Who came through Thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.
4. Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Ghost, through Whom
The Word eternal was conceived
Within the Virgin’s Womb.
Be salvation, honor, blessing,
Now and through eternity.
Immortal, infinite sublime!
Older than chaos, space or time!

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The Imitation of Mary, by Thomas a Kempis (Click/Expand)


I. Upon her head, like that of a Queen, is placed a crown of twelve stars. These twelve stars on the brow of Mary are the twelve prerogatives of the Queen and of the Mother before God in heaven.

She possesses, indeed, in the Church Triumphant, surpassing all other blessed spirits, four special prerogatives:

  1. the power of listening with great goodness,
  2. of condescending with great mercy,
  3. of intervening for us with great power,
  4. and of succoring on earth with great ease.

She, has besides, in the Church Triumphant, four privileges, outstanding among all:

  1. she is resplendent more than all others;
  2. she is glorified more than all others;
  3. she is loved more tenderly than all others;
  4. she is honored more fervently than all others.

Mary possesses also, in relation to the Trinity, four particular favors, which are for her like brilliant stars midst fainter stars.

Better, truly, than those who contemplate the glory of the Divine Trinity,

  1. she contemplates fully the Divine Trinity Itself:
  2. she knows with greater joy its sweetness,
  3. she comprehends with greater profundity its mysteries,
  4. she tastes with greater charm its richness.

II. Listen again, listen devoutly, to what the greatest of the servants of Mary, the doctor of gentle speech, St. Bernard, said to his Religious about the stars which form a crown on the forehead of the Virgin:

No one can estimate the importance of the jewels, no one can count the number of the gems which adorn the diadem of Mary in Heaven.

It is an undertaking above our power, that of examining the value, or of scrutinizing the composition of her brilliant aureole.

We shall undertake to do so with humility.

Without wishing to penetrate the secrets of the Lord, it seems that one can see in the twelve stars the twelve prerogatives of our Mother.

We find indeed in the Virgin Mary,

  1. privileges granted to her soul,
  2. privileges infused into her heart,
  3. privileges attached to her body.

And if we multiply this number three,

by the number of the four known favors,

we shall find the number of twelve stars which shine on the brow of Mary, our Queen.

We find these wonders,

  1. at her birth,
  2. in the salutation she received from the angel,
  3. in the overshadowing of her by the Holy Spirit,
  4. and finally in the conception of Jesus Himself .

The holy doctor goes on to enumerate the circumstances of the life of our Mother in which grace brought its favors.

III. Let us meditate therefore, often and with piety, on the life and deeds of Mary. Let us chant hymns and canticles in her honor, on the days of her solemnities.

Come before her altar and before her image, incline your head, kneel before her, as if you were seeing Mary herself present before you.

Raise your eyes and contemplate Mary speaking with the angels, or better still, Mary holding on her knees her son Jesus:

In contemplating the Mother of Mercy, say then, with a burst of confident love:

IV. Prayer:

O most loving Virgin Mary, Mother of God Queen of Heaven, Mistress of the Earth,

O you, the Joy of Saints, and the Salvation of sinners, listen to the appeals of our repentant hearts!

Listen to the desires of our souls at prayer!

Come to the help of the poor and the infirm!

Renew the courage of the afflicted!

Protect your children against their enemies!

Deliver them from the snares of the devils.

Lead them near to you in blessedness in heaven, where you reign with your Son in the midst of the elect for all eternity!

(Cloistral Discipline, Chap. XIV)


I. Everything is sold or bought on the earth: power, favor, gold, conscience itself. Only the heart is not sold; it gives itself or does not give itself, fashioned as it is with a spark of royalty.

A great orator has said: the heart is the whole of man, it is the raison d’etre of a woman.

The heart of Mary is the greatest of hearts, after the Heart of Jesus.

Was not the Heart of Jesus fashioned from a bit of the human heart of Mary?

II. The Heart of Jesus, united to the divinity in the person of Christ, has transmitted by its contact with the heart of His Mother something of Its grandeur and beauty to the heart of Mary.

Mary is therefore queen by her heart, as she is queen by her human destiny.

Her heart vibrates with more force than the heart of any other creature.

It is less sublime than the Heart of God, but it is unique in heaven and earth.

III. Oh! how sweet it is to feel yourself near this heart which has loved with a mother’s love an Infant God, and which loves with the same maternal love all the children of men.


Love is not a simple sentiment; it is a gigantic force: women hold a power which they do not know.

Only Mary has known what power the heart of a mother has.

To know how to love, and to love always, is an ardent life, an active life, a very short life.

Not to love is to be dead.

Love addresses itself to the spirited person who vibrates and not to the lifeless or inactive person.

Love supposes beauty, and sometimes creates it or exalts it.

Let us love Mary!

She has beauty,
she has grace,
she has charm.

No creature equals her; no woman surpasses her.

She comes next after God, as Dante sings.

Let us say to her then with the heavenly poet:
O Mother, O Queen, O Mary, help us to love you, help us to praise you.

You are beauty, la belta, and we cannot admire you enough.

You are goodness, la bonta, and we cannot praise you enough.

We say to you therefore the only word worthy of you, the word sent from heaven, the word of the Archangel:

Ave Maria!

Practice: Imitate the early Christians and often recite the Liturgical Office of the Holy Virgin.

Thought: O Mary, bless us and our families.

Nos cum prole pia, benedicat Virgo Maria.

The Eternal Son holds the Immaculately Conceived soul of the Mother at the moment of her Dormition

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Fr. Frederick W. Faber Fr. Charles Raymond-Barker, S.J.
1. Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands,
All beautiful and bright;
For higher still, and higher,
Through fields of starry light,
Mary, your Queen, ascends,
Like the sweet moon at night.
2. A fairer flower than she,
On earth hath never been;
And, save the Throne of God,
Your heavens have never seen,
A wonder half so bright,
As your ascending Queen!
3. O happy Angels! look,
How beautiful she is!
See! Jesus bears her up,
Her hand is locked in His;
O who can tell the height
Of that fair Mother’s bliss?
4. And shall I lose thee then,
Lose my sweet right to thee?
Ah! no—the Angel’s Queen,
Man’s mother still will be,
And thou, upon thy throne,
Wilt keep thy love for me.
5. On then, dear Pageant, on!
Sweet music breathes around;
And love like dew distills,
On hearts in rapture bound;
The Queen of heaven goes up,
To be proclaimed and crowned!
6. On—through the countless stars,
Proceeds the bright array;
And Love Divine comes forth,
To light her on her way,
Through the short gloom of night,
Into celestial day.
7. The Eternal Father calls,
His daughter to be blessed;
The Son His Maiden-Mother,
Woos unto His Breast;
The Holy Ghost His spouse,
Beckons into her rest.
8. Swifter and swifter grows,
That marvelous flight of love,
As though her heart were drawn,
More vehemently above:
While jubilant angels part,
A pathway for the Dove!
9. Hark! hark! through highest heaven,
What sounds of mystic mirth!
Mary by God proclaimed,
Queen of Immaculate Birth,
And diademed With stars,
The lowliest of the earth!
10. See! see! the Eternal Hands
Put on her radiant crown,
And the sweet Majesty,
Of Mercy sitteth down,
For ever and for ever,
On her predestined throne! Amen.


Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.

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1. Remember, Holy Mary,
‘Twas never heard or known
That any one who sought thee
And implored with piteous moan,
That any one who hastened
For shelter to thy care,
Was ever yet abandoned
And left to his despair.
2. And so to thee, my Mother,
With filial faith I call,
For Jesus dying gave thee
As Mother to us all.
To thee, O Queen of virgins,
O Mother meek, to thee
I run with trustful fondness,
Like child to mother’s knee.
3. See at thy feet a sinner,
Groaning and weeping sore
Ah! Throw thy mantle o’er me,
And let me stray no more.
Thy Son has died to save me,
And from His throne on high
His heart this moment yearneth
For even such as I.
4. All, all His love remember,
And oh! Remember too
How prompt I am to purpose,
How slow and frail to do.
Yet scorn not my petitions,
But patiently give ear,
And help me, O my Mother,
Most loving and most dear. Amen.


Often repeat during the day, “My God, have pity on me”, like a child who says to its Mother, “Give me a piece of bread, give me your hand, kiss me”. – p. 15, Precept (J.V.), St. John Marie Vianney, Thoughts of the Curé d’Ars

Domine, non est. The prophet’s humility. [1] Lord, my heart is not exalted: nor are my eyes lofty. Neither have I walked in great matters, nor in wonderful things above me. [2] If I was not humbly minded, but exalted my soul: As a child that is weaned is towards his mother, so reward in my soul. [3] Let Israel hope in the Lord, from henceforth now and for ever. – Psalm 130

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A-ve Ma-ri__-a.
Gra-ti-a ple_-na.
Do-mi-nus te_-cum,
Do_-mi_-nus_ te-cum.
Be_-ne-di-cta tu,
Be-ne-di-cta tu in mu_-li_-e-ri-bus.
Et be-ne-dic_-ctus,
Fruc-tus ven_-tris tu_i_,
San-cta Ma-ri-a,
Ma_-ter De__-i.
O-ra pro no_-bis,
Nunc_ et in ho_ra,


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Daily, Daily, Sing to Mary.
St. Casimir (1458-1484);
Translator: Henry Bittleston.
Omni Die (Trier).
1. Daily, daily sing to Mary;
Sing, my soul, her praises due.
All her glorious actions cherish,
With the heart’s devotion true.
Lost in wond’ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confessed!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!
2. She is mighty in her pleading,
Tender in her loving care;
Ever watchful, understanding,
All our sorrows she will share.
Advocate and loving mother,
Mediatrix of all grace:
Heaven’s blessings she dispenses
On our sinful human race.
3. Sing, my tongue, the Virgin’s honors,
Who for us her Maker bore,
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessings to restore.
Sing in songs of praise unending,
Sing the world’s majestic Queen;
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts that earth has seen.
4. All my senses, heart, affections,
Strive to sound her glory forth.
Spread abroad the sweet memorials
Of the Virgin’s priceless worth.
Where the voice of music thrilling,
Where the tongues of eloquence,
That can utter hymns befitting
All her matchless excellence?
5. All our graces flow through Mary;
All then join her praise to sing:
Fairest work of all creation,
Mother of creation’s King.
Sing in songs of peace unending,
Call upon her lovingly:
Seat of wisdom, Gate of heaven,
Morning star upon the sea.

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1. Hail, holy Queen enthroned above, O Maria!
Hail, Mother of Mercy and of Love, O Maria! Refrain
Triumph, all ye cherubim,
Sing with us, ye seraphim!
Heav’n and earth resound the hymn:
Salve, salve, salve, Regina!
2. Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria!
Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria! Refrain
3. As exiles all to you we cry, O Maria!
Come, soothe with hope our misery. O Maria! Refrain
4. Turn then, most gracious advocate, O Maria!
T’ward us your eyes compassionate, O Maria! Refrain
5. O gentle, loving, holy one, O Maria!
Make us each day more like your Son, O Maria! Refrain
6. And when from death to life we’ve passed, O Maria!
Show us your Son, our Lord, at last, O Maria! Refrain

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1) O sanctissima, o piissima,
dulcis Virgo Maria!
Mater amata, intemerata,
ora, ora pro nobis.

2) Tu solatium et refugium,
Virgo Mater Maria.
Quidquid optamus, per te speramus;
ora, ora pro nobis.
3) Ecce debiles, perquam flebiles;
salva nos, o Maria!
Tolle languores, sana dolores;
ora, ora pro nobis.
4) Virgo, respice, Mater, aspice;
audi nos, o Maria!
Tu medicinam portas divinam;
ora, ora pro nobis.

1) O most holy, o most loving,
sweet Virgin Mary!
Beloved Mother, undefiled,
pray, pray for us.
2) You are solace and refuge,
Virgin Mother Mary.
Whatever we wish, we hope it through you;
pray, pray for us.
3) Look, we are weak and deeply deplorable;
save us, o Mary!
Take away our lassitude, heal our pains;
pray, pray for us.
4)Virgin, look at us, Mother, care for us;
hear us, o Mary!
You bring divine medicine;
pray, pray for us.


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1. Bring flow’rs of the fairest,
Bring flow’rs of the rarest,
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale;
Our full hearts are swelling,
Our Glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale.
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.
2. Our voices ascending,
In harmony blending,
Oh! Thus may our hearts turn
Dear Mother, to thee;
Oh! Thus shall we prove thee
How truly we love thee,
How dark without Mary
Life’s journey would be.
3. O Virgin most tender,
Our homage we render,
Thy love and protection,
Sweet Mother, to win;
In danger defend us,
In sorrow befriend us,
And shield__ our hearts from con-
tagion and sin.
4. Of Mothers the dearest,
Oh, wilt thou be nearest,
When life with temptation
Is darkly replete?
Forsake us, O never!
Our hearts be they ever
As Pure as the lilies
We lay at thy feet.

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Public Performance
On this day, O beautiful Mother,
On this day we give thee our love.
Near thee, Madonna, fondly we hover,
Trusting thy gentle care to prove.
1. On this day we ask to share,
Dearest Mother, thy sweet care;
Aid us ere our feet astray
Wander from thy guiding way.

2. Queen of angels, deign to hear
Lisping children’s humble prayer;
Young hearts gain, O virgin pure,
Sweetly to thyself allure.

3. Rose of Sharon, Lovely flow’r,
Beauteous bud of eden’s bow’r;
Cherished lily of the valley,
Virgin Mother, Queen we hail.

4. Fast our days of life we run.
Soon the night of death will come.
Tow’r of strength in theat_ dread hour_,
Come with al thy gen-tel pow’r.

Fr. Louis Lambillotte, SJ (1796-1855)

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1 Mother dearest, Mother fairest,
Help of all, who call on thee.
Virgin purest, brightest, rarest,
Help us, help, we cry to thee.
Mary, help us, help we pray
Mary, help us, help we pray
Help us in all care and sorrow
Mary, help us, help we pray
2 Lady, help in pain and sorrow,
Soothe those rack’d on beds of pain,
May the golden light of morrow,
Bring them health and joy again.
3 Help our priests, our virgins holy,
Help our Pope, long may he reign,
Pray that we who sing thy praises
May in heav’n all meet again.
4 Lady, help the wounded soldier,
Set the pining captive free,
Help the sailor in mid-ocean,
Help those in their agony.
5 Lady, help the absent loved ones.
How we miss their presence here.
May the hand of Thy protection
Guide and guard them far and near.
Chorus. Amen.


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1. ⁠Mother dear, O pray for me, Whilst far from heaven and thee.
I wander in a fragile bark, O’er life’s tempestuous sea.
O Virgin Mother from thy throne So bright in bliss above,
Protect thy child and cheer my path With thy sweet smile of love.
Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care,
⁠Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share.

2.⁠ Mother dear, O pray for me, Should pleasure’s siren lay
E’en tempt thy child to wander far From virtue’s path away
When thorns beset life’s devious way, And darkling waters flow
Then, Mary did thy weeping child Thyself a mother show
⁠Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care,
⁠Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share.

3. ⁠Mother dear, O Pray for me! When all looks bright and fair,
That I may all my dangers see, For surely them ’tis near.
A Mother’s prayer how much we need If prosperous be the ray
That paints with gold the flowery mead, Which blossoms in our way.
⁠Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care,
⁠Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share.

Call upon the Blessed Virgin to Cover you with her mantle of Humility

 …He hath regarded the humility of Hs handmaid… – The Magnificat 

A priest gave the advice that, upon being tempted against chastity, we may say three Ave Marias, a remedy without fail. We may also ask for the Blessed Virgin to cover us with her mantle of humility, when we discern that we are afflicted with pride.

From The Glories of Mary by Saint Alphonsus Liguori

Mary,” says Richard of St. Laurence, “protects us under the mantle of humility.” O my queen, I can never be really thy child unless I am humble; but dost thou not see that my sins, after having rendered me ungrateful to my Lord, have also made me proud? O my Mother, do thou supply a remedy. By the merit of thy humility obtain that I may be truly humble, and thus become thy child, Amen.

“Humility,” says St. Bernard, “is the foundation and guardian of virtues;” and with reason, for without it no other virtue can exist in a soul. Should she possess all virtues, all will depart when humility is gone. But, on the other hand, as St. Francis de Sales wrote to St. Jane Frances de Chantal, “God so loves humility, that whenever He sees it, He is immediately drawn thither.” This beautiful and so necessary virtue was unknown in the world; but the Son of God Himself came on earth to teach it by His Own example, and willed that in that virtue in particular we should endeavor to imitate Him: “Learn of Me, because I am meek and humble of heart.” Mary, being the first and most perfect disciple of Jesus Christ in the practice of all virtues, was the first also in that of humility, and by it merited to be exalted above all creatures. It was revealed to St. Matilda that the first virtue in which the Blessed Mother particularly exercised herself, from her very childhood, was that of humility.

The first effect of humility of heart is a lowly opinion of ourselves: “Mary had always so humble an opinion of herself, that, as it was revealed to the same St. Matilda, although she saw herself enriched with greater graces than all other creatures, she never preferred herself to anyone.” The Abbot Rupert, explaining the passage of the sacred Canticles, “Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, …with one hair of thy neck“, [Cant. 4:9] says, that the humble opinion which Mary had of herself was precisely that hair of the Spouse’s neck with which she wounded the heart of God. Not indeed that Mary considered herself a sinner: for humility is truth, as St. Teresa remarks: and Mary knew that she had never offended God: nor was it that she did not acknowledge that she had received greater graces from God than all other creatures; for an humble heart always acknowledges the special favors of the Lord, to humble herself the more: but the Divine Mother, by the greater light wherewith she knew the infinite greatness and goodness of God, also knew her own nothingness, and therefore, more than all others, humbled herself, saying with the sacred Spouse: “Do not consider that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my color.” [Cant. 1:5] That is, as St. Bernard explains it, “When I approach Him, I find myself black.” Yes, says St. Bernardine, for “the Blessed Virgin had always the majesty of God, and her own nothingness, present to her mind.” As a beggar, when clothed with a rich garment, which has been bestowed upon her, does not pride herself on it in the presence of the giver, but is rather humbled, being reminded thereby of her own poverty; so also the more Mary saw herself enriched, the more did she humble herself, remembering that all was God’s gift; whence she herself told St. Elizabeth of Hungary, that “she might rest assured that she looked upon herself as most vile and unworthy of God’s grace.” “Therefore”, St. Bernardine says, that “after the Son of God, no creature in the world was so exalted as Mary, because no creature in the world ever humbled itself so much as she did.”

Moreover, it is an act of humility to conceal heavenly gifts. Mary wished to conceal from St. Joseph the great favor whereby she had become the Mother of God, although it seemed necessary to make it known to him, if only to remove from the mind of her poor spouse any suspicions as to her virtue, which he might have entertained on seeing her pregnant: or at least the perplexity in which it indeed threw him: for St. Joseph, on the one hand unwilling to doubt Mary’s chastity, and on the other ignorant of the mystery, “was minded to put her away privately“.[Matt. 1:19] This he would have done, had not the Angel revealed to him that his Spouse was pregnant by the operation of the Holy Ghost.

Again, a soul that is truly humble refuses her own praise; and should praises be bestowed on her, she refers them all to God. Behold, Mary is disturbed at hearing herself praised by St. Gabriel; and when St. Elizabeth said, “Blessed art thou among women … and whence is this to me, that the Mother of my Lord should come to me? … blessed art thou that hast believed,” [Luke 1:42] Mary referred all to God, and answered in that humble Canticle, “My soul doth magnify the Lord,” [Ibid.,46-47] as if she had said: Thou dost praise me, Elizabeth; but I praise the Lord, to Whom alone honor is due: thou wonderest that I should come to thee, and I wonder at the divine goodness in which alone my spirit exults: “and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour”. Thou praisest me because I have believed; I praise my God, because He hath been pleased to exalt my nothingness: “because He hath regarded the humility of His handmaid.” Hence Mary said to St. Bridget: “I humbled myself so much, and thereby merited so great a grace, because I thought, and knew, that of myself I possessed nothing. For this same reason I did not desire to be praised; I only desired that praises should be given to the Creator and Giver of all.” Wherefore an ancient author, speaking of the humility of Mary, says: “O truly blessed humility, which hath given God to men, opened Heaven, and delivered souls from Hell.”

It is also a part of humility to serve others. Mary did not refuse to go and serve Elizabeth for three months. Hence St. Bernard says, “Elizabeth wondered that Mary should have come to visit her; but that which is still more admirable is, that she came not to be ministered to, but to minister.”

Those who are humble are retiring, and choose the last places; and therefore Mary, remarks St. Bernard, when her Son was preaching in a house, as it is related by St. Matthew, [12:46] wishing to speak to Him, would not of her own accord enter, but “remained outside, and did not avail herself of her maternal authority to interrupt Him.” For the same reason also when she was with the Apostles awaiting the coming of the Holy Ghost, she took the lowest place, as St. Luke relates, “All these were persevering with one mind in prayer, with the women, and Mary, the Mother of Jesus.” [Acts 1:14] Not that St. Luke was ignorant of the Divine Mother’s merits, on account of which he should have named her in the first place, but because she had taken the last place amongst the Apostles and women; and therefore he described them all, as an author remarks, in the order in which they were. Hence St. Bernard says, “Justly has the last become the first, who being the first of all became the last.”

In fine, those who are humble, love to be contemned; therefore, we do not read that Mary showed herself in Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, when her Son was received by the people with so much honor: but on the other hand, at the death of her Son she did not shrink from appearing on Calvary, through fear of the dishonor which would accrue to her when it was known that she was the Mother of Him Who was condemned to die an infamous death as a criminal. Therefore she said to St. Bridget, “What is more humbling than to be called a fool, to be in want of all things, and to believe one’s self the most unworthy of all? Such, O daughter, was my humility; this was my joy; this was all my desire with which I thought how to please my Son alone.”

The Venerable Sister Paula of Foligno was given to understand, in an ecstasy, how great was the humility of our Blessed Lady; and giving an account of it to her confessor, she was so filled with astonishment at its greatness, that she could only exclaim, “O, the humility of the Blessed Virgin! O, Father, the humility of the Blessed Virgin, how great was the humility of the Blessed Virgin! In the world there is no such thing as humility, not even in its lowest degree, when you see the humility of Mary.” On another occasion our Lord showed St. Bridget two ladies. The one was all pomp and vanity. “She,” He said, “is Pride; but the other one whom you see with her head bent down, courteous towards all, having God alone in her mind, and considering herself as no one, is Humility: her name is Mary.” Hereby God was pleased to make known to us that the humility of His Blessed Mother was such that she was humility itself.

There can be no doubt, as St. Gregory of Nyssa remarks, that of all virtues there is perhaps none the practice of which is more difficult to our nature, corrupted as it is by sin, than that of humility. But there is no escape; we can never be true children of Mary if we are not humble. “If,” says St. Bernard, “you can not imitate the virginity of this humble Virgin, imitate her humility.” She detests the proud, and only invites the humble to come to her: “Whosoever is a little one, let him come to me.” Mary,” says Richard of St. Laurence, “protects us under the mantle of humility.” The Mother of God herself explained to St. Bridget what her mantle was, saying, “Come, my daughter, and hide thyself under my mantle; this mantle is my humility.” She then added that the consideration of her humility was a good mantle with which we could warm ourselves; but that as a mantle only renders this service to those who wear it, not in thought but in deed, “so also would her humility be of no avail except to those who endeavored to imitate it.” She then concluded in these words: “Therefore, my daughter, clothe thyself with this humility.”

“O, how dear are humble souls to Mary,” says St. Bernard; “this Blessed Virgin recognizes and loves those who love her, and is near to all who call upon her; and especially to those whom she sees like unto herself in chastity and humility.” Hence the Saint exhorts all who love Mary to be humble: “Emulate this virtue of Mary, if thou lovest her.” Marinus, or Martin d’ Alberto, of the Society of Jesus, used to sweep the house, and collect the filth, through love for this Blessed Virgin. The Divine Mother one day appeared to him, as Father Nieremberg relates in his life, and thanking him, as it were, said, “O, how pleasing to me is this humble action done—for my love.”

Then, O my queen, I can never be really thy child unless I am humble; but dost thou not see that my sins, after having rendered me ungrateful to my Lord, have also made me proud? O my Mother, do thou supply a remedy. By the merit of thy humility obtain that I may be truly humble, and thus become thy child, Amen.

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