Who wert obliged to fly into Egypt with thy Son, Pray for us.
Who wert grieved for the slaughter of the Innocents, Pray for us.
Who for three days didst seek sorrowing thy Son, lost in the Temple, when he was twelve years old, Pray for us.
Who didst feel the constant hatred of the Jews to thy Son, Pray for us.
Who, on the day of the Last Supper, didst bid thy Son, when going to his Passion, a sad farewell, Pray for us.
Who didst learn that thy Son was betrayed by Judas, and led away captive, Pray for us.
Who sawedst thy Son delivered up as a malefactor to the chief priests,
Who heardest that thy Son was falsely accused,
Who didst learn that thy Son’s blessed Face was struck with a fearful blow,
Who heardest that thy Son was most cruelly treated by the Jews and soldiers,
Who heardest thy Son rejected for Barabbas,
Who beheldest thy Son scourged and crowned with thorns,
Who heardest the most unjust sentence pronounced upon thy Son,
Who wentest to meet thy Son loaded with the weight of the Cross,
Who heardest thy Son’s blest Hands and Feet being pierced through with dreadful nails,
Who receivedst thy Son’s last Words upon the Cross,
Who stoodst by thy Son in his Agony,
Who didst receive in thy maternal bosom thy Son’s lifeless body taken down from the Cross,
Who, after the burial of thy Son’s body, returnedst home all lone and sorrowful,
O Queen of Martyrs,
O Mirror of the afflicted,
O Comfort of the weak,
O Strength of the timid,
O Refuge of sinners,
By thy Son’s most bitter Passion and Death, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
By thy heart’s most bitter sorrows, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
By thy groans and tears, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
By thy motherly compassion, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
By thy most powerful patronage, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
From immoderate sorrow, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
From timidity of spirit, Deliver us, O Queen of Martyrs.
