Glorious Queen and source of God's grace, we the faithful come before your famous icon, from which you continuously dispense your graces. Keep under your perpetual protection your spiritual children who have dedicated their lives to you and sing in your honor: Rejoice, O Full of Grace, our hope.
O Full of Grace, many angels stand before your glorious throne and continuously sing: Rejoice! For they cannot otherwise exalt you nor admire your beauty. We who have gathered before your icon, raise our eyes to heaven and together with the angels say:
Rejoice O Full of Grace, the Lord is with you.
Rejoice O Fountain of mercy, which can never be exhausted.
Rejoice, O Foretold Tree, which covers us all with its shadow.
Rejoice, for you can obtain everything from God by your prayers.
Rejoice, O Full of Grace, our hope!
A merchant of Crete knew of your icon, this precious jewel, for it was beautiful and famous for its miracles. He took it from the church, hid it in his vessel and set out for the sea. O Most Pure One, you are our most precious treasure, therefor we go through the sea of life toward a happy eternity, our heavenly City, singing: Alleluia!
We see the wisdom of God's providence which is beyond our understanding. Immaculate Virgin, wishing to save your icon from the pagans, God transferred it to Rome, so that all nations could glorify it. He wished through your prayers, Mother of God, to dispense bountiful graces and show mercy to his people, for by touching it as if it were the biblical Ark, we find not death, but life. Mother of God, you are truly a spiritual Ark for you carried in your hands not the tablets of the covenant nor the staff budded forth or the golden urn, but Christ, the unfading Flower and Lawmaker. Pray to Him for those who sing to you:
Rejoice O Sacred Ark of the New Testament.
Rejoice O Jesse's Tree on which a divine Flower has blossomed.
Rejoice O Tablet of God's mercy.
Rejoice O Model created in the image of the uncreated reflection of the Father
Rejoice, O Full of Grace, our hope!
Mother of God, the power of the Most High God manifests itself in every place where your precious icon is devoutly honored. Here the sick regain their health, the suffering receive comfort, and those who dwell in darkness obtain the spiritual sight of the soul and body for you attract all with your goodness that you may lead them to your heart and thus turn them toward Christ, the never-setting Sun, when they sing: Alleluia!
Mother of God, we have a precious jewel, your icon which came to us from the East. We bow before you as before a bright star and announcer of God's day for where you appear, salvation comes to those who sing to you:
Rejoice, O Unguarded Gate of paradise.
Rejoice O Dew which falls upon the mount of Zion.
Rejoice O strong Bulwark Wall of God's city which embraces the whole world.
Rejoice O Altar of Christ the King
Rejoice, O Full of Grace, our Hope!
The remorse of conscience tortured the merchant of Crete when he found himself on his deathbed, until he had repented and commissioned his friend to return your icon to a church. Then he placed himself under your protection and with your help completed his earthly life and reached the peaceful, eternal haven, singing: Alleluia!
Hearing about the great miracle by which you moved the heart of the unrepenting merchant, the people came with their bishops and priests, and carrying countless candles took your icon to the church, singing:
Rejoice O Mary, our Gracious Queen.
Rejoice O enclosed Garden of the Lord.
Rejoice O Fragrant Lily filling all with its aroma.
Rejoice for you are the glory and charm of all generations.
When you saw the blood and spear which was to pierce the Heart of your Son as well as the gall and the Cross in the hands of the angels, you noticed in the wondrous vision that He would be the hope of all nations. Thus your soul was stricken by a deadly fear. Embracing Your Child, you wept bitterly saying: How can I offer you in sacrifice, my Son, who are so comely and the most beautiful of all the sons of men? How can I go through all your sufferings, O my gracious Light? How will I heal the wounds of my soul that your wounds will inflict upon it? For the sake of the salvation of the world, however, do whatever you wish with your handmaid who sings: Alleluia!
All-suffering Mother, all the countries of the earth have seen your compassion toward your Son who is represented on this icon. They looked at it and wondered that you delivered as a ransom your Christ Who is beyond all price so that you may deliver your spiritual children from the slavery of hell. With what hymn of praise may I sing about your love? How may I exalt your greatness in your sufferings? Which fragrant spiritual flowers may I place on your painful path? Wherefore as a child I will only sing to you:
Rejoice O Queen and Mother.
Rejoice O Treasure of my heart.
Rejoice because you sacrificed everything for the sake of your spiritual children.
Rejoice O Rachel of the New Testament for you are weeping for your children killed by the hellish enemy (Satan).
Most Holy Mother of God, you have chosen for yourself the divinely inspired Preachers of Redemption to guard your icon. Following in the footsteps of their founder, Alphonsus, they preach your greatness throughout the whole world, teaching everyone to glorify you as a mediatrix of grace and through you they exalt God, exclaiming: Alleluia.
Your miraculous icon shines throughout the whole world and is honored everywhere, gathering your children, dispersed throughout the world, brothers and sisters divided among themselves, so that, like so many shining stars, they may enter the kingdom of Christ and sing:
Rejoice O Leader of those who wander in darkness.
Rejoice of all women the most beautiful, for you are the guardian of the fold of your Son.
Rejoice for you are glorified from generation to generation.
Wishing to save the whole world, He that became Mediator for all chose you as His suffering companion and intercessor for our salvation. He left everything to you during His Passion on the Cross and made you the Mother of us all who believe in Him and glorify Him, saying: Alleluia!
God's wisdom planted the Church as a new garden for itself, and made it a source of the living water. You came forth from it and now you water with grace the whole earth, O Full of Grace. The luxuriant spiritual vineyards grow, the flowers of piety blossom, the lilies of virginity and the myrrh of martyrdom flourish. Inspired by the Holy Spirit, they all sing to you:
Rejoice resplendent, life-creating Flower.
Rejoice O Vine of Christ's Vineyard which yields clusters of martyrs.
Rejoice O Pool and wash me like a lamb destined for sacrifice.
Rejoice O New Testament Ruth for you collect the abandoned ears of corn.
It is a wondrous mystery, beyond our understanding, O Lord, our God, how can you, O God, do what a creature, your most Blessed Mother, wills of You? You have, however, made known your will to her in such a way that she may ask only for things that agree with Your Will, lead all on the path of your Commandments, and distribute our gifts according to your providence to those who sing: Alleluia!
Most blessed Virgin Mary, you can do everything both in heaven and on earth. You can convert sinners and heal the sick. Being a handmaid of the Lord, you humbled yourself more than anyone else, but with your prayers you surpass all angelic Powers and Dominions. You have so wounded with love the Heart of your Son that He can never refuse your petitions. Thus our eyes are always turned to you, O Queen Mother, till you bestow your abundant graces on us who sing to you:
Rejoice O Virgin that prays unceasingly for us.
Rejoice O Chalice of Heavenly Joy.
Rejoice O Garden of the Flowerbeds of the Holy Spirit.
Rejoice O Fountain of mercy for poor sinners.
Rejoice O Full of Grace, our hope!
O ever-praised One, all nations waited for you, because you were promised since time immemorial. You were destined to become the Immaculate Mother of the Savior, the beginning and source of all miracles. When you finally appeared, the people of God rejoiced, singing: Alleluia!
Even the most eloquent orators are unable to praise you duly for the miracles you perform for your servants that come before you icon. Everyone - the poor, the suffering and the forsaken - knows that though a mother may forsake her own children, you, O ever-gracious, will never forget your spiritual children who cry out to you:
Rejoice O loving Mother of orphans.
Rejoice O Holy Oil which heals the wounds of hearts.
Rejoice O Mother of our Benefactor Christ, for you enrich us with all kinds of gifts.
Rejoice for you resemble the wind of paradise which dries the tears of the people.
O Good Lord, as once you gave a rainbow to your servants, so now you present the icon of Your Mother to those who perish in the desert of life. If we come to it with confidence, we will receive the miraculous potion of your abundant mercy, singing: Alleluia.
Good Lady, in you we find an immovable Wall and a true Tower of defence for all, whom God made capable of a strenuous fight against the prince of darkness, Satan. Vested in breastplates of faith, they courageously resist the attacks of your enemies, signing the victorious hymn:
Rejoice O Strong Woman who resembles the regiments ready for battle.
Rejoice O Sacred Key that guards the temple of priestly holiness.
Rejoice O Secure Shelter from violent temptations.
Rejoice O Defender of the helpless
With love we will sing the hymn first sung by the Archangel, when he announced the coming of Emmanuel and brought joy to the world, for with it we overcome our enemies and secure your perpetual help and heavenly joy, for because of you God dwells with us. This is why we exclaim: Alleluia!
Gracious, Never-setting Sun of my poor soul in this vale of tears, where labors, sufferings, struggles against the passions, attacks and ambushes of the infernal enemies endeavor to destroy my soul! Now will I complete my difficult journey if you do not strengthen me with your prayers and perpetual help and do not enlighten me who exclaims to you:
Rejoice O Gracious Light of those who have blinded themselves by their sins.
Rejoice O Dew of my thirsty soul.
Rejoice O Healer of wounds, inflicted by life.
Rejoice O Full of Grace, our hope.
My ever-praised Queen, obtain for me the grace to keep my soul pure all my life, for Christ has washed it with his blood. I entrust my salvation to you and therefore I firmly hope that you will be my lighted lamp at the frightful moment of my battle before death and that you will meet me with a lighted candle to light the last steps of my journey and lead me to God, the joy of my youthful years. My soul will will eternally rejoice in heaven and exalt you forever with festive hymns, singing: Alleluia!
Singing and constantly glorifying you with indescribable hymns, the Cherubim and the Seraphim, together with the countless angels and saints who are all ages are rejoicing in heaven offer you as so many wreaths the prayers of your servants who ask for your help from all over the world. They watch your face, shining like the sun, and wait only for your command to help and save all those who sing to you:
Rejoice O prayerful Lady of the world.
Rejoice O Mysterious Treasure of God's Providence.
Rejoice O Handmaid of the Lord who always does the Will of God
O Mother of the whole world, worthy of all praise! You begot Christ in our souls. Accept from us, your spiritual children, this earnest prayer and keep in the love for your Son all of us who have submitted to the Will of God. Lead us to everlasting glory in heaven as we sing in your honor: Alleluia!
Prayer to the Mother of Perpetual Help
Most pure Mother of God, Immaculate Virgin, Queen of the World, Intercessor of Christians, refuse and hope of sinners, I, the most miserable of all, kneel before your icon. I humbly bow to you, O my ever-praised Queen, and wholeheartedly thank you for all the graces which you have so abundantly bestowed on me. But most of all, I thank you for saving me from the infernal tortures which I have so many times deserved.
I love you, O my Queen, and for the sake of this love I promise to serve you forever and do whatever I can that others may also serve, honor and love you. O Merciful Mother, after God you are my hope and cause of my salvation. Accept me, your servant, under your mighty Protection.
You can obtain everything from God. Pray to Him to deliver me from all temptations and dangers or at least help me to overcome them. Obtain also for me the virtues of a strong faith, firm hope and true, unhypocritical love. Be with me especially at the last moment of my earthly life.
My gracious Lady, it is not through my prayers, but rather through your love for God that I implore you. Do not forsake me until you see me in heaven where I will forever praise and thank you in the Kingdom of Your Son, to whom, together with His Eternal Father and the Holy, Good and Life-creating Spirit, belong all glory, honor and adoration, now and always and forever. Amen.
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