Hail Mary: Gentle Woman

Hail Mary: Gentle Woman

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you,
Blessed are you among women
and blest is the fruit of your womb, Jesus

Holy Mary Mother of God
Pray for us sinners now 
and at the hour of death. amen.

Gentle woman, quiet light, morning star
so strong and bright,
gentle mother peaceful dove
teach us wisdom; teach us love

You were chosen by the Father:
You were chosen for the Son,
You were chosen from all women
and for woman shining one.

Gentle woman, quiet light, morning star
so strong and bright,
gentle mother peaceful dove
teach us wisdom; teach us love

Blessed are you among women,
Blest in turn all women too,
Blessed they with peaceful spirits
Blessed they with gentle hearts

Gentle woman, quiet light, morning star
so strong and bright,
gentle mother peaceful dove
teach us wisdom; teach us love

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Hymn of Praise to Jesus II

Hymn of Praise to Jesus II

Jesus, the very thought of Thee with sweetness fills the breast! 

Yet sweeter far Thy face to see and in Thy presence rest. 

No voice can sing, no heart can frame, nor can the memory find, 

a sweeter sound than Jesus' name, the Savior of mankind. 

O hope of every contrite heart! O joy of all the meek! 

To those who fall, how kind Thou art! How good to those who seek! 

But what to those who find? Ah! This nor tongue nor pen can show - 

The love of Jesus, what it is, none but His loved ones know. 

Jesus! Our only hope be Thou, as Thou our prize shalt be, 

in Thee be all our glory now, and through eternity. Amen. 

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Hymn of Praise to Jesus

Hymn of Praise to Jesus

O Jesus, King most wonderful! Thou Conqueror renowned! 

Thou Sweetness most ineffable! In whom all joys are found! 

When once Thou visitest the heart, then truth begins to shine; 

then earthly vanities depart; then kindles love divine. 

O Jesu! Light of all below! Thou Fount of life and fire! 

Surpassing all the joys we know, and all we can desire. 

May every heart confess Thy name, and ever Thee adore; 

And seeking Thee, itself inflame to see Thee more and more. 

Thee may our tongues for ever bless; Thee may we love alone; 

And ever in our lives express the image of Thine own. Amen. 

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Hymn to the Holy Spirit

 

Hymn to the Holy Spirit

 HOLY SPIRIT! LORD of light!

From thy clear celestial height,

Thy pure beaming radiance give :

Come, Thou FATHER of the poor!

Come, with treasures which endure !

Come, Thou Light of all that live !

Thou, of all consolers best,

Visiting the troubled breast,

Dost refreshing peace bestow;

Thou in toil art comfort sweet ;

Pleasant coolness in the heat;

Solace in the midst of woe.

Light immortal! Light Divine!

Visit Thou these hearts of thine,

And our inmost being fill:

If Thou take thy grace away,

Nothing pure in man will stay;

All his good is turn’d to ill.

Heal our wounds our strength renew;

On our dryness pour thy dew;

Wash the stains of guilt away :

Bend the stubborn heart and will

Melt the frozen, warm the chill;

Guide the steps that go astray.

Thou, on those who evermore

Thee confess and Thee adore,

In thy sevenfold gifts, descend :

Give them comfort when they die;

Give them life with Thee on high ;

Give them joys which never end. Amen.

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Hymn to the Wounds

Hymn to the Wounds

Oh! Sacred Feet, all gashed and torn,
   Bruised by the hammer's cruel blows,
Bathed in the life-blood dripping down
   From anguished Heart in bitter throes;
I press You to my lips in tears,
   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
   Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh, Mangled Hands, transfixed and wan,
   in suppliance raised to Heaven above,
Pierced by the nails that torture wrung,
   From breaking Heart of burning love;
I press You to my lips in tears,
   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.
Dear precious Wounds, God's bleeding prayers,
   Ah! plead for me when death draws nigh.

Oh! Sacred Refuge, tender Side,

   Rent by the lance with cruel thrust,
There, where His Heart is, let me hide,
   There, where His love is, let me trust.

I press Thee to my lips in tears,

   With contrite sorrow, fervent sigh.

Most Holy Wound, allay my fears,

   Recieve my soul when death draws nigh.

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Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue

Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue

Lovely Lady  

dressed in blue -  
Teach me how to pray! 
God was just your little boy,  

Tell me what to say!

Did you lift Him up, sometimes, 
Gently, on your knee? 
Did you sing to Him the way  

Mother does to me?

Did you hold His hand at night? 
Did you ever try 
Telling stories of the world? 

Oh! And did He cry!

Do you really think He cares  
If I tell Him things - 
Little things that happen? And  
Do the Angels' wings 
Make a noise? And can He hear  
Me if I speak low? 
Does He understand me now? 
Tell me - for you know.

Lovely Lady dressed in blue - 

Teach me how to pray! 

God was just your little boy, 

And you know the way.

Adoro te devote

HIDDEN GOD

(Adoro te devote) 

Hidden God, devoutly I adore you,
Truly present underneath these veils:
All my heart subdues itself before you,
Since it all before you faints and fails.

Not to sight, or taste, or touch be credit,
Hearing only do we trust secure;
I believe, for God the Son has said it -- Word
of Truth that ever shall endure.

Contemplating, Lord, Your hidden presence,
Grant me what I thirst for and implore,
In the revelation of Your essence
To behold Your glory evermore. 

(Partial indulgence)

by Saint Thomas Aquinas

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