The happy birds Te Deum sing, ‘Tis Mary’s Month of May

O MARlA, STELLA MARIS PIETATE: Adam of St. Victor

O Maria, stella maris,

pietate singularis,

pietatis oculo,

nos digneris intueri,

ne cuncteris misereri

naufraganti saeculo.

In hac valle lacrimarum
nihil dulce, nihil carum,
suspecta sunt omnia.

Quid hic nobis erit tutum,
cum nee ipsa vel virrutum
tuta sit victoria?

Caro nobis adversatur,
mundus carni suffragatur
in nos tram perniciem.

Hostis instat nos infestans,
nunc se palam manifestans,
nunc occultans rabiem.

Et peccamus et punimur,
et diversis irretimur
laqueis venantium.

O Maria, mater Dei,

tu post Deum summa spei,
tu dulce refugium.

Tot et tantis irretiti,
non valemus his reniti
nec vi nec  industria.

Consolatrix miserorum,
suscitatrix mortuorum,
mortis rumpe retia.

Intendentes tuae laudi
nos attende, nos exaudi,
nos a morte libera.

Que post Christum prima sedes,
inter Christi coheredes

Christo nos adnumera.

Iesu, mitis et benigne,
cuius nomen est insigne,
dulce, salutiferum,

munus nobis da salutis,

in defectu constitutis,

plenitude munerum.

Pater, fili, consolator,

unus Deus, unus dator

multiformis gratiae,

solo nutu pietatis,

fac nos simplae trinitatis

post spem frui specie.

O Mary, Star of the Sea, with your only love, with an eye of mercy, vouchsafe to watch over us, do not hesitate to help us in the shipwrecked world. In this vale of tears, nothing sweet, nothing dear, all things are suspect, what can be safe, when not even the triumph of the virtues is certain?  The flesh stands against us, the flesh is aided by the world in our destruction.  The threating enemy stands against us, now revealing himself openly, now concealing his rage. We sin and are punished, we are caught in the various traps of the hunters. O Mary, Mother of God, you are after God our greatest hope, you, our sweet refuge. So many and so great are the snares,  which we are not strong enough to resist, neither by force or diligence. Consoler of the wretched, raiser of the dead, burst the snares of death.  Take heed of your praises, attend to us, hear us, deliver us from death. You, who after Christ among the heirs of Christ sit on the first throne, number us with Christ.  Jesus, gentle and good, whose name is great, sweet and saving, grant to us, who are set in weakness, the gift of salvation, the fullness of gifts. Father, Son, Consoler, one God, one giver of multiform gifts, by the favor of your love, after hope make us to enjoy the vision of the simple Trinity.