Remember, O Virgin Mary, the sword of sorrow that pierced your heart with the prophecy of Simeon who foretold to you the death of Jesus; pierce our hearts with the sword of contrition.
Remember, O Virgin Mary, the sorrow you felt when obliged to flee into Egypt; bring us, your exiled children, back from the darkness to the light, and lead us to the splendors of our eternal home.
Remember, O Virgin Mary, your sorrow when you sought Jesus for three days before finding Him in the temple; grant that we may thirst for Christ, that we may seek Him always and everywhere, and that our search may be crowned with success.
Remember, O Virgin Mary, the sorrow you felt when Jesus was seized and bound, then scourged and crowned with thorns; heed your children's cries and break the bonds of our sins.
Remember, O Virgin Mary, your sorrow when Jesus was raised on the cross and, amid unspeakable spasms, gave up His spirit to the Father; grant that we, too, may benefit from the sacrifice of the cross
Remember your sorrow, O Virgin Mary, when Jesus was wrapped in a sheet and laid in the sepulchre; cleanse our souls with His Most Precious Blood, and at the end of our lives fill us with deep compunction, so that the gates of Heaven may be opened to us. Amen.
From a Medieval Canticle