During the Advent
and Christmas seasons:
Alma Redemptoris Mater,
quae
pervia caeli porta manes et
stella
maris,
succurre cadenti, surgere qui curat,
populo:
tu
quae genuisti, natura mirante,
tuum
sanctum genitorem,
Virgo
prius, ac posterius, Gabrielis
ab
ore sumens illud ave,
peccatorum
miserere.
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Holy mother of our
Redeemer,
thou gate leading to
heaven and
star of the sea;
help the falling people
who seek to rise,
thou who, all nature
wondering,
didst give birth to thy holy Creator.
Virgin
always, hearing the greeting
from Gabriel’s lips,
take pity on sinners.
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After
Candlemas (February 2) through Lent:
Ave, Regina caelorum,
Ave,
Domina Angelorum:
Salve,
radix, salve, porta,
Ex
qua mundo lux est orta:
Gaudo,
Virgo gloriosa,
Super
omnes speciosa,
Vale,
o valde decora,
Et
pro nobis Christum exora.
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Hail, Queen of Heaven
Hail, Mistress of the
Angels;
Hail, root (of Jesse),
hail, gate
Through which the Light
rose
over the earth.
Rejoice, glorious Virgin,
Of all the most
beautiful.
Farewell, Lady most fair,
Pray to Christ for us..
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After
Easter through Pentecost:
Regina caeli, laetare, allelulia;
Quia
quem meruisti portare, allelulia,
Resurrexit,
sicut dixit, allelulia:
Ora
pro nobis Deum, allelulia.
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Queen of heaven, rejoice, allelulia;
For He whom thou didst merit
to bear,
allelulia,
Has risen as He said, allelulia;
Pray for us to God,
allelulia.
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During the
season after Pentecost:
Salve Regina, mater misericordiae,
vita,
dulcedo, et spes nostra salve.
Ad
te clamamus, exules filii Evae.
Ad
te suspiramus, gementes
et flentes, in hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia
ergo, advocate nostra, illos tuos
misericordes
oculos, ad nos
converte.
Et
Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris
tui,
nobis post hoc exsilium ostende.
O
Clemens, o pia, o dulcis virgo Maria.
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Hail holy queen, mother of mercy,
our life, our sweetness,
and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished
children 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 unto us
the blessed fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.
O clement, o loving, o sweet Virgin
Mary.
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