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.

How I love Thee, O my Blessed Virgin Mother!
Had I been a priest,
I would have spoken so much of thee.
Thou art represented as to thee
I consecrate my soul and all unapproachable;
rather thou should-st be shown as so easily imitated.

Thou art more Mother than Queen!
Yet I have heard it said that all the Saints are eclipsed
by thy radiant brightness,
as the sun at rising makes the stars disappear.
How strange that seems,
a mother eclipsing the glory of her children!

I think quite the contrary, sweet Virgin,
I believe that thou wilt
immensely increase the splendour of the elect,
O Sweet Virgin Mary!
how simple does thy life seem.


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