The Blessed Virgin Mary of the Rosary: Lauds and Vespers

The Blessed Virgin Mary of the Rosary: Lauds and Vespers

Fr. Thomas A. Ricchini, O.P. (1695-1779)

Te gestiéntem gáudiis,

te sáuciam dolóribus,

te iugi amíctam glória,

o Virgo Mater, pángimus.

Ave, redúndans gáudio

dum cóncipis, dum vísitas,

et edis, offers, ínvenis,

mater Beáta, Fílium.

Ave, dolens et íntimo

in corde agónem, vérbera,

spinas crucémque Fílii

perpéssa, princeps mártyrum.

Ave, in triúmphis Fílii,

in ígnibus Parácliti,

in regni honóre et lúmine

regína fulgens glória.

Veníte, gentes, cárpite

ex his rosas mystériis

et pulchri amóris ínclitæ

matri corónas néctite.

Iesu, tibi sit glória,

qui natus es de Vírgine,

cum Patre et almo Spíritu,

in sempitérna sǽcula. Amen.

O Virgin Mother, we sing of you:

Bearing joys,
Wounded by sorrows,
Clothed with eternal glory.

Hail! Blessed Mother,

Overflowing with joy,
While you conceived, visited,
Fed, offered, and found the Son.

Hail Queen of Martyrs, suffering too within

In agony of heart, the blows,
the thorns and the Cross of your Son
you endured.

Hail, in the victories of your Son,

In the fires of the Paraclete,
In the kingdom
The Queen bright with honor, light
and glory.

Come, you nations, pluck

Roses from these mysteries
And wreath crowns
For the glorious Mother of fair love.

Jesus, to you be glory,
You, who were born of the Virgin,
With the Father and nourishing Spirit,
For eternal ages. Amen.

From the Monastic Diurnal: Winfred Douglas?

THY joys exultant we relate,

Thy wounding sorrows celebrate;

Thy glory, robed in endless light,

We sing, 0 Virgin Mother bright.

Hail, joyous Mother, blest indeed

When thou conceivedst, and in need

Didst visit; and thy Son for men

Didst bear, present,and find again.

Hail, first of martyrs; in thy pure

And anguished heart, thou didst endure

The agony, the scourge, the thorn,

The bitter Cross thy Son hath borne.

Hail, shining Queen, in triumphs won

Forever by thy glorious Son,

Who sent in flame the Holy Ghost,

Who throned thee o'er the heavenly host.

Come, all ye nations, from this vine

Of mysteries the roses twine

In garlands for your Queen above,

The glorious Mother of fair love.

Praise to the Holy Trinity,

Whose grace, bestowed on them that pray,

Leads by each sacred Mystery

To brightness of eternal day. Amen.