Marian Prayers

Behold, O Mother of Perpetual Help, at thy feet a wretched sinner, who has recourse to thee and trusts in thee. O Mother of mercy, have pity on me; I hear all men call thee the refuge and hope of sinners: be therefore my refuge and my hope. Help me for the love of Jesus […]

Most holy and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs, you stood beneath the cross, witnessing the agony of your dying Son. Look with a mother’s tenderness and pity on me, who kneel before you. I venerate your sorrows and I place my requests with filial confidence in the sanctuary of your wounded heart. Present them, I

Dear Mother Mary, you lived for many years in the little country town of Nazareth. You had neighbors, good and bad. And you had occasion to talk about them to other people, and to listen to what others said about them. But we know, Mary, that in all your conversations with your neighbors, and about

Lord, forgive all reviling of Mary’s name! We beseech Thee, hear us! Lord, forgive all contempt of her Immaculate Conception! We beseech Thee, hear us! Lord, forgive all coldness in the honoring of Mary! We beseech Thee, hear us! Lord, forgive all contempt of Mary’s pictures! We beseech Thee, hear us! Lord, forgive all neglect

(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