Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it

known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help,

 or sought thy 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.


O Blessed Lady of the Fields,

who loved the land of your native Galilee,

who watched the tiller of the earth and the shepherd of the flock

go out and return from Nazareth,

who lived with and loved the rural folk of the village,

look down graciously upon the fields and pastures of this,

your adopted land.

Make our homes sanctuaries of Christ as was your home.

Make our fields fertile and abundant in the harvest.

Help us to understand more fully the dignity of our toil

and the merit it acquires when offered through you to your Divine Son,

Jesus Christ, who with the Father and the Holy Spirit,

lives and reigns for ever and ever.



Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed

art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb,

 Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death.


Glory be, to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be,

a world without end. AMEN