| Te gestientem gaudiis,Te sauciam doloribus,
 Te jugi amictam gloria,
 O Virgo Mater pangimus.
Ave, redundans gaudioDum concipis, dum visitas,
 Et edis, offers, invenis,
 Mater beata Filium,
Ave, dolens, et intimo,In corde agonem, verbera,
 Spinas crucemque Filii
 Perpessa, princeps martyrum.
Ave, in triumphis Filii,In ignibus Paraclyti,
 In regni honore et lumine,
 Regina fulgens gloria.
Venite gentes, carpiteEx his rosas mysteriis,
 Et pulchri amoris inclitæ
 Matri coronas nectite.
Gloria tibi DomineQui natus es de Virgine,
 Cum Patre et Sancto Spiritu
 In sempiterna sæcula.
 | The gladness of thy Motherhood,The anguish of thy suffering,
 The glory now that crowns thy brow,
 O Virgin-Mother, we would sing.
Hail, blessed Mother, full of joyIn thy consent, thy visit too;
 Joy in the birth of Christ on earth,
 Joy in Him lost and found anew.
Hail, sorrowing in His agony—The blows, the thorns that pierced His brow;
 The heavy wood, the shameful Rood—
 Yea! Queen and chief of Martyrs thou.
Hail, in the triumph of thy Son,The quickening flames of Pentecost;
 Shining a Queen in light serene,
 When all the world is tempest-tost.
O come, ye nations, roses bring,Culled from these mysteries Divine,
 And for the Mother of your King
 With loving hands your chaplets twine.
We lay our homage at Thy feet,Lord Jesus, Thou the Virgin’s Son,
 With Father and with Paraclete,
 Reigning while endless ages run.
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