Hail! Holy Queen, enthroned above Salve Regina Mater Misericordiae
1. Hail, holy Queen, enthron'd 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!
3. To thee we cry, poor sons of Eve, O Maria! To thee we sigh, we mourn, we grieve. O Maria!
4. This earth is but a veil of tears, O Maria! A place of banishment, of fears, O Maria!
5. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, O Maria! T'wards us thine eyes compassionate, O Maria!
6. When this our exile is complete, O Maria! Show us thy Son, our Jesus sweet, O Maria!
7. O clement, gracious, Mother sweet, O Maria! O virgin Mary, we entreat, O Maria!
Hail, Queen of heaven Ave, Regina coelorum
1. Hail, Queen of Heav'n, the ocean star, Guide of the Wanderer here below, Thrown on life's surge, we claim thy care, Save us from peril and from woe. Mother of Christ, Star of the sea, Pray for the wanderer, pray for me.
2. O gentle, chaste, and spotless Maid, We sinners make our pray'rs thro' thee; Remind the Son that he has paid The price of our iniquity. Virgin, most pure, Star of the Sea, Pray for the sinner, pray for me.
3. Sojourners in this vale of tears, To thee, blest Advocate, we cry, Pity our sorrows, calm our fears, And soothe with hope our misery. Refuge in grief, Star of the Sea, Pray for the mourner, pray for me.
4. And while to Him Who reigns above, In God-head One, in Persons Three, The Source of life, of grace, of love, Homage we pay on bended knee Do thou, bright Queen, Star of the Sea, Pray for the children, pray for me.
St. Bernard Tr. Rev. M. Russell, S.J. from a Slovak Hymnal Adapted by N.A.M.
1. Remember, Holy Mary, 'Twas never heard or known That any one who sought thee And made to thee his 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.