I. O August Queen of Victories, Virgin Queen of Heaven, whose powerful name the heavens rejoice and tremble with fear the depths, or glorious Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, we ventured all your children, that your goodness in this century has chosen to raise a temple in Pompeii, prostrate at your feet here, on this solemn day of the celebration of your victories on the lands of ' gods and demons, with tears pour out the affection of our heart, and with the confidence of children we expose our weaknesses.
Ah! From this throne of mercy where you sit as Queen, turn, O Mary, the merciful gaze at us, all our families, on Italy, on Europe, on the whole Church, and you take pity on the sorrows in which we turn, of trials, which embitter life. See, O Mother, how many dangers in the body and their world, how many calamities and afflictions will compel! O mother, hold your arm of justice of your Son, angry, and conquer with clemency the heart of sinners, though they are our brothers and your children, which cost the blood sweet Jesus, and knife wounds to your sensitive heart. Today show yourself at all what you are, Queen of peace and forgiveness. Salve Regina ...
II. It 's true, it is true that we pei first, although your children, with the sins we return to crucify Jesus in our hearts, and pierce anew your heart. Yes, I confess, we are deserving of severe scourges. But you remember that on the summit of Golgotha you gathered the last drops of blood that God the last testament of the dying Savior. And that will of God, sealed with the blood of a man-God, I declared our Mother, the Mother of sinners. You therefore, as our Mother, are our Advocate, our Hope and we put it out on you groaning suppliant hands crying "Mercy!
pity on you, or good Mother, have mercy on us, on our souls, our families, our relatives, our friends, our brothers extinct, and especially our enemies, and many who call themselves Christians, and even lacerated the Heart of your loving Son. Pity, ah! Today we implore pity for the misguided nations, for all of Europe, throughout the world, sorry to come back to your heart. Mercy for all, O Mother of mercy. Salve Regina ...
III. What it costs you, O Mary, to hear us? What does it cost to save you? Jesus did not put in your hands all the treasures of His grace and His mercy? You sit crowned Queen at the right of your Son, redeemed with immortal glory all the choirs of angels. You straighten your domain as the heavens are stretched out, you and the earth and all creatures that live in it, they are subject. Your domain and stretch down to hell and you alone we pulled out of the hands of Satan, or Mary. You are the Almighty's grace, then you can save. What if you say not to take help for ungrateful children and undeserving of your protection, we must tell us at least to those who never used to be freed from many evils. Ah! No, your mother's heart not suffer to see us, your children, lost. The Infant whom we see on your knees and the blessed rosary which we see in your hand, c'ispirano confidence that we shall be heard. And we fully trust in you, you throw at your feet and abandon ourselves as helpless children into the arms of the most tender of mothers, and today, yes, today you expect from the graces we so long. Salve Regina ...
ask the blessing of Mary.
last favor you now ask, Queen, you can not deny us this solemn day. Give us all your continued love and especially the motherly blessing. No, there leveremo today from your feet, we do not separate it from your knees until you have blessed us. Bless us, O Mary, at this time, the Supreme Pontiff. For prisci laurels of your crown, the ancient triumphs of your Rosary, whence you are called the Queen of Victories, ah! add this one, or Mother: grant the triumph of religion and peace to human society. Bless our Bishop, priests, and particularly all those who are zealous for the honor of your sanctuary. Bless then all associated with your new temple of Pompeii and those who cultivate and promote devotion to your most holy Rosary.
O blessed Rosary of Mary, sweet chain which unites us to God, bond of love which unites us to the angels, tower of salvation against the assaults of hell, safe port in our universal shipwreck, we will not let you anymore. You will be our comfort in the hour of agony, to you the last kiss of our dying life. And the last word of the pale lips will be your sweet name, O Queen of the Valley of the Rosary of Pompei, O dearest Mother, and only refuge of sinners, Comforter of the Afflicted, or sovereign. Be everywhere blessed, today and always, on earth and in heaven. Amen. Salve Regina ...
Ah! From this throne of mercy where you sit as Queen, turn, O Mary, the merciful gaze at us, all our families, on Italy, on Europe, on the whole Church, and you take pity on the sorrows in which we turn, of trials, which embitter life. See, O Mother, how many dangers in the body and their world, how many calamities and afflictions will compel! O mother, hold your arm of justice of your Son, angry, and conquer with clemency the heart of sinners, though they are our brothers and your children, which cost the blood sweet Jesus, and knife wounds to your sensitive heart. Today show yourself at all what you are, Queen of peace and forgiveness. Salve Regina ...
II. It 's true, it is true that we pei first, although your children, with the sins we return to crucify Jesus in our hearts, and pierce anew your heart. Yes, I confess, we are deserving of severe scourges. But you remember that on the summit of Golgotha you gathered the last drops of blood that God the last testament of the dying Savior. And that will of God, sealed with the blood of a man-God, I declared our Mother, the Mother of sinners. You therefore, as our Mother, are our Advocate, our Hope and we put it out on you groaning suppliant hands crying "Mercy!
pity on you, or good Mother, have mercy on us, on our souls, our families, our relatives, our friends, our brothers extinct, and especially our enemies, and many who call themselves Christians, and even lacerated the Heart of your loving Son. Pity, ah! Today we implore pity for the misguided nations, for all of Europe, throughout the world, sorry to come back to your heart. Mercy for all, O Mother of mercy. Salve Regina ...
III. What it costs you, O Mary, to hear us? What does it cost to save you? Jesus did not put in your hands all the treasures of His grace and His mercy? You sit crowned Queen at the right of your Son, redeemed with immortal glory all the choirs of angels. You straighten your domain as the heavens are stretched out, you and the earth and all creatures that live in it, they are subject. Your domain and stretch down to hell and you alone we pulled out of the hands of Satan, or Mary. You are the Almighty's grace, then you can save. What if you say not to take help for ungrateful children and undeserving of your protection, we must tell us at least to those who never used to be freed from many evils. Ah! No, your mother's heart not suffer to see us, your children, lost. The Infant whom we see on your knees and the blessed rosary which we see in your hand, c'ispirano confidence that we shall be heard. And we fully trust in you, you throw at your feet and abandon ourselves as helpless children into the arms of the most tender of mothers, and today, yes, today you expect from the graces we so long. Salve Regina ...
ask the blessing of Mary.
last favor you now ask, Queen, you can not deny us this solemn day. Give us all your continued love and especially the motherly blessing. No, there leveremo today from your feet, we do not separate it from your knees until you have blessed us. Bless us, O Mary, at this time, the Supreme Pontiff. For prisci laurels of your crown, the ancient triumphs of your Rosary, whence you are called the Queen of Victories, ah! add this one, or Mother: grant the triumph of religion and peace to human society. Bless our Bishop, priests, and particularly all those who are zealous for the honor of your sanctuary. Bless then all associated with your new temple of Pompeii and those who cultivate and promote devotion to your most holy Rosary.
O blessed Rosary of Mary, sweet chain which unites us to God, bond of love which unites us to the angels, tower of salvation against the assaults of hell, safe port in our universal shipwreck, we will not let you anymore. You will be our comfort in the hour of agony, to you the last kiss of our dying life. And the last word of the pale lips will be your sweet name, O Queen of the Valley of the Rosary of Pompei, O dearest Mother, and only refuge of sinners, Comforter of the Afflicted, or sovereign. Be everywhere blessed, today and always, on earth and in heaven. Amen. Salve Regina ...
