Author name: Powerful Catholic Prayer

(The Akathist Hymn is one of the most well-loved services of devotion in the Eastern Church. Although there is some debate concerning the particulars of its authorship, many scholars agree with the pious tradition which states that the Akathist was composed in the imperial city of Constantinople, “the city of the Virgin,” by St. Romanos […]

Behold, O Mother of my God, my only hope, Mary, behold at thy feet a miserable sinner, who asks thee for mercy. Thou art proclaimed and called by the whole Church, and by all the faithful, the refuge of sinners. Thou art consequently my refuge; thou hast to save me. I will say with William

Enraptured by the splendor of your heavenly beauty, and impelled by the anxieties of the world, we cast ourselves into your arms, O Immaculate Mother of Jesus and our Mother, Mary, confident of finding in your most loving heart appeasement of our ardent desires, and a safe harbour from the tempests which beset us on

At the Cross her station keeping Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last. Through her Heart, His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Lo! the piercing sword had passed. O how sad and sore distressed Was that Mother, highly blessed, Of the Sole-Begotten One. Mournful, with Heart’s prostration, Mother meek,

Hail bright star of ocean, God’s own Mother blest, Ever sinless Virgin, Gate of heavenly rest Taking that sweet Ave Which from Gabriel came, Peace confirm within us, Changing Eva’s name. Break the captives’ fetters, Light on blindness pour, All our ills expelling, Every bliss implore. Show thyself a Mother; May the Word Divine, Born

Blessed be the mind, the heart, the hand, That drew this icon fair, Of beauty unsurpassable, yet sweet, God’s Mother, rapt in prayer. All pure her face, her hands, her heart unseen, Chaste, white rapture, as morning glow: She ponders deep. Her sorrow shows, She bears the weight of souls on earth below! Awesone, yet

Knowest thou, sweet Mary, Whereto I aspire? It is my hope to love thee, This is my desire. I would ever be near thee, Queen most fair and sweet! Do not, do not drive me From my Mother’s feet. Then, O Rose most lovely! Let me hear from thee. Loving Mother! tell me What thou

Virgin of Fatima, my dearly beloved Mother, I entrust myself today, in a very special way, to your Immaculate Heart. By this solemn act, I offer my whole life to you, my heart, my soul, my body and especially this time of my youth in which I am now living. Guide me along the way

Ah, my Blessed Mother, it is not one sword only with which I have pierced thy heart, but I have done so with as many as are the sins which I have committed. Ah, Lady, it is not to thee, who art innocent, that sufferings are due, but to me, who am guilty of so

Father in heaven, all creation rightly gives you praise, for all life and all holiness come from you. In the plan of your wisdom she who bore the Christ in her womb was raised body and soul in glory to be with him in heaven. May we follow her example in reflecting your holiness and