OUR LADY OF SORROWS:  September 15th:  Novena:  9/6–9/14: and the Friday before Good Friday — used to be Passion Friday changes with date of Easter, each year:

 

“O Most Holy Vir­gin, Mother of our Lord Jesus Christ: by the over­whelm­ing grief Thou expe­ri­enced when Thou wit­nessed The Mar­tyr­dom, The Cru­ci­fix­ion, and The Death of Thy Divine Son, look upon me with eyes of com­pas­sion and awaken in my heart a ten­der com­pas­sion for those suf­fer­ing, as well as a sin­cere detes­ta­tion of my sins, in order that, being dis­en­gaged from all undue affec­tions for the pass­ing joys of this earth, I may long for the Eter­nal Jerusalem, and that hence­forth all of my thoughts and all of my actions may be directed toward this one most desir­able object.

Honor, Glory, and Love to our Divine Lord Jesus, and to The Holy and Immac­u­late Mother of God. Amen.” 

(tak­en from:  http://www.marypages.com/PrayerstoMary.htm)

 

“The text of this hymn forms the Sequence, read after the Epis­tle, Grad­ual, and Tract, on the Feast of the 7 Sor­rows of the Blessed Vir­gin Mary on Fri­day in Pas­sion Week (unless the Mass is a Votive Mass.

“STABAT Mater dolorosa iux­ta Crucem lacrimosa, dum pen­de­bat Filius.	AT, the Cross her sta­tion keeping, stood the mourn­ful Moth­er weeping, close to Jesus to the last.
Cuius ani­mam gementem, con­tris­tatam et dolentem per­tran­siv­it gladius.	Through her heart, His sor­row sharing, all His bit­ter anguish bearing, now at length the sword has passed.
O quam tris­tis et afflicta fuit illa benedicta, mater Unigeniti!	O how sad and sore distressed was that Moth­er, high­ly blest, of the sole-begot­ten One.
Quae maere­bat et dolebat, pia Mater, dum videbat nati poe­nas inclyti.	Christ above in tor­ment hangs, she beneath beholds the pangs of her dying glo­ri­ous Son.
Quis est homo qui non fleret, matrem Christi si videret in tan­to supplicio?	Is there one who would not weep, whelmed in mis­eries so deep, Christ’s dear Moth­er to behold?
Quis non pos­set contristari Christi Matrem contemplari dolen­tem cum Filio?	Can the human heart refrain from par­tak­ing in her pain, in that Moth­er’s pain untold?
Pro pec­ca­tis suae gentis vid­it Iesum in tormentis, et fla­gel­lis subditum.	Bruised, derid­ed, cursed, defiled, she beheld her ten­der Child All with bloody scourges rent:
Vid­it suum dul­cem Natum morien­do desolatum, dum emisit spiritum.	For the sins of His own nation, saw Him hang in desolation, Till His spir­it forth He sent.
Eia, Mater, fons amoris me sen­tire vim doloris fac, ut tecum lugeam.	O thou Moth­er! fount of love! Touch my spir­it from above, make my heart with thine accord:
Fac, ut ardeat cor meum in aman­do Chris­tum Deum ut sibi complaceam.	Make me feel as thou hast felt; make my soul to glow and melt with the love of Christ my Lord.
Sanc­ta Mater, istud agas, cru­ci­fixi fige plagas cor­di meo valide.	Holy Moth­er! pierce me through, in my heart each wound renew of my Sav­ior crucified:
Tui Nati vulnerati, tam dig­nati pro me pati, poe­nas mecum divide.	Let me share with thee His pain, who for all my sins was slain, who for me in tor­ments died.
Fac me tecum pie flere, cru­ci­fixo condolere, donec ego vixero.	Let me min­gle tears with thee, mourn­ing Him who mourned for me, all the days that I may live:
Iux­ta Crucem tecum stare, et me tibi sociare in planc­tu desidero.	By the Cross with thee to stay, there with thee to weep and pray, is all I ask of thee to give.
Vir­go vir­ginum praeclara, mihi iam non sis amara, fac me tecum plangere.	Vir­gin of all vir­gins blest!, Lis­ten to my fond request: let me share thy grief divine;
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem, pas­sio­n­is fac consortem, et pla­gas recolere.	Let me, to my lat­est breath, in my body bear the death of that dying Son of thine.
Fac me plagis vulnerari, fac me Cruce inebriari, et cruore Filii.	Wound­ed with His every wound, steep my soul till it hath swooned, in His very Blood away;
Flam­mis ne urar succensus, per te, Vir­go, sim defensus in die iudicii.	Be to me, O Vir­gin, nigh, lest in flames I burn and die, in His awful Judg­ment Day.
Christe, cum sit hinc exire, da per Matrem me venire ad pal­mam victoriae.	Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, by Thy Moth­er my defense, by Thy Cross my victory;
Quan­do cor­pus morietur, fac, ut ani­mae donetur par­a­disi glo­ria. Amen.	While my body here decays, may my soul Thy good­ness praise, safe in par­adise with Thee. Amen.

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From the Litur­gia Horarum. Trans­la­tion by Fr. Edward Caswall (1814–1878)

(Tak­en from https://www.preces-latinae.org/thesaurus/BVM/SMDolorosa.html)

 

OUR LADY OF RANSOM/MERCY:  Sep­tem­ber 24th;  Novena:  9/15–9/23:

 

THE MEMORARE:

Mem­o­rare, O Piisima Virgo Maria, non esse audi­tum a saeculo, quemquem ad Tua cur­rentem prae­sidia, Tua implo­ran­tem Aux­ilia, Tua peten­tem suf­fra­gia esse dere­lic­tum.  Ego tali ani­ma­tus con­fi­den­tia ad Te, Virgo Vir­ginum, Mater, curro; ad Te venio; coram Te gemens pec­ca­tor assisto.  Noli, Mater Verbi, verba mea despicere, sed audi pro­pi­tia et exaudi.  Amen.

 

Remem­ber, O Most Gra­cious Vir­gin Mary, that never was it known that any­one, who fled to Thy Pro­tec­tion, implored Thy Help, or sought Thine Inter­ces­sion, was left unaided.  Inspired with this con­fi­dence, I fly unto Thee, O Vir­gin of vir­gins, my Mother; to Thee do I come, before Thee I stand, sin­ful and sor­row­ful;  O Mother of The Word Incar­nate, despise not my peti­tions, but in Thy Mercy hear and answer me.  (Rac­colta #339)

SALVE, REGINA / HAIL, HOLY QUEEN

Salve, Regina, Mater Mis­eri­cor­diae, Vita, Dul­cedo, et Spes nos­tra, salve.  Ad Te cla­ma­mus exsules filii Hevae; ad Te sus­pi­ra­mus gementes et flentes in hac lacry­marum valle.  Eia ergo, Advo­cata nos­tra, illos Tuos Mis­eri­cordes Ocu­los ad nos con­verte.  Et Jesum, Bene­dic­tum Fruc­tum Ven­tris Tui, nobis post hoc exsil­ium ostende, O Clemens, O Pia, O Dul­cis Virgo Maria! 

Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, hail, our Life, our Sweet­ness, and our Hope.  To Thee do we cry, poor ban­ished chil­dren of Eve:  to Thee do we sigh, mourn­ing and weep­ing in this vale of tears.  Ah, then, our Advo­cate, turn Thine Eyes of Mercy toward us, and after this, our exile, show unto us The Blessed Fruit of Thy Womb, Jesus, O Mer­ci­ful, O Lov­ing, O Sweet Vir­gin Mary!

(ex. Bre­var­ium Romano & Rac­colta #332)

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