Most Holy Child Jesus.
Hail, holy Queen, Mother of mercy,
Our life, our sweetness, and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished sons of Eve;
To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears.
Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us,
And after this our exile, show to us the blessed Fruit of thy womb, Jesus,
O most clement, most pious, most sweet Virgin Mary.
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that any one who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, and sought thy intercession, was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother. To thee I come; before thee I stand sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word In-