O Queen of the Holy Rosary
"In me is all grace of the way and of the truth;
in me is all hope of life and of virtue.
Like a rose planted on the rivers I have borne fruit."
- Offertory: Mass of the Most Holy Rosary of the B.V.M.
Te Gestientem Gaudiis
Hymn from Second Vespers
Thee, who in joy didst bear thy Child,
Thee pierced with grief and sorrowing,
Thee, in abiding glory placed,
Thee, Virgin Mother, do we sing.
Hail, in thy joyful mysteries,
Conception, Visitation, Birth,
The Offering, Finding, of thy Son,
O Mother, blessed in thy mirth.
Hail, bearing in thy heart with grief
Thy Son's great Agony, the Blows,
The thorny Crown, the Cross itself:
Queen of all Martyrs in thy woes.
Hail, in the triumph of thy Son,
In fiery tongues of Pentecost,
In light and exaltation made
The Queen of glory, heaven's boast.
O come ye nations, gather now
And let these mysteries roses prove;
Sweet garlands weave for Heav'n's Queen.
The glorious Mother of fair love.
May we be helped, we beseech Thee, O Lord, by the prayers of Thy most holy Mother, whose Rosary we celebrate; that we may draw strength from the Mysteries which we commemorate, and likewise obtain the fruit of the Sacraments which we have received.
- Postcommunion: Mass of the Most Holy Rosary of the B.V.M.
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