THE PRAISES OF MARY

ST LOMMAN, ABBOT  (7th century)

 

St Lomman, Irish abbot of the 7th century, gave us these Praises of Mary, passed down orally until finally written down in the twentieth century!  What a beautiful testimony to Our Lady, going back so many centuries!

 

 

The Crowning of the Blessed Virgin by Paulo Veneziano

 

                         Chorus: Mary, Loving Mary,

Our joy and our delight.

 

1.  Joy of the Father,

Love of the Son,

Delight of the Holy Spirit,

Delight of the Most High God.

Thou who knew not man,

Mother of the Holy One,

Mother of Him Who was never made.

He drank life from thy breasts.

Before Adam He knew thee,

To Adam He told of thee.

 

2. Eve's weakness is thy strength.

Angels are enraptured before thee.

The Blessed bow down before thee.

Michael is thy Captain.

Gabriel thy Messenger.

Raphael thy Healer.

Angels and Saints feast on thy beauty.

Delight of God,

Peerless Mary,

Thy face is heavenly beauty.

 

3. Straight Way without spot,

Beautiful flower of every perfume,

Heavenly rose, whose beauty draws all.

Choicest and rarest flower of the Father's Garden;

Tended by His angels.

Gentle Mary, Loving Mary.

Heavenly wind,

Spring rain,

Blinding Light that overcasts the sun.

Mightier than the mountains.

 

4. Greater than the seas.

The sun is thy chariot,

The moon and stars thy playthings

The clouds skip like lambs around thy feet.

The works of His hands are subject to thee;

For thou art His Beloved

Who rulest from the Trinity.

Beauty that captivates all hearts.

Light that dispels all darkness,

Mary, whiter than the snows.

 

5. Envy of the fallen prince.

Satan fears thee and awaits for thy heel;

He alone fears thee, for he never knew thee.

Thy name is a scourge that scars him more than fire.

The lost one in the pit groans;

His throne rocked at thy coming.

The beauty of thy countenance fills him with terror.

He flies before thee; he fears the Light.

Mary, thou art terrible in battle.

Hell trembles at thy name.

 

6. Thunder and Lightning to the bottomless pit.

Destroyer of the Evil One's kingdom.

Angels waited on thy word.

The heavens were hushed.

At thy consent angels sang hymns of great joy.

The Father Eternal smiled on thee.

The Son became thine own.

The Divine Spirit took thee unto Himself

Silent Mary, the Holy Spirit spoke through thee.

Elisabeth proclaimed thee.

 

7. All men claim thee.

All peoples bless thy name.

Broken-hearted Mary at the Cross.

You saw the rabble mock thy Son.

You saw the lance open His side.

You saw them cast dice for His garments.

You who care for all, could not give him to drink, when He cried, I thirst.

He gave thee to us as our Mother. You saw Him die.

You knew He was God.

 

8. Crimson rose of heavenly fragrance.

Our birthright, lost through Eve's disobedience, was restored through thee.

From thy pure blood a stream has arisen that pours over the earth, 
Cleansing and healing our sin stained souls and paying our ransom.

From thy pure flesh was made Food for us who know thy Son.

Beautiful Mary, you raised women to a new dignity.

Adam's Fall did not stain thee.

Thy body did not know corruption.

Peaceful sleep fell upon thee.

Thy feet rested on the wings of angels.

 

9. In their hands they carried thee.

The heavens opened to thee.

You reign with thy Son.

He placed the Scepter in thy hand.

The world He made thy footstool, Who rulest with love.

The thrones of the great shall fall before thee.

Woe to them that shall raise themselves against thee, to mock thee.

He Who made thee, and came from thee, shall meet them as the bear robbed of her young.

Woe to them in that day, when he comes: For He guards thee as the apple of His eye.

 

10. Thou, His creature; in thee He saw Perfection.

He glories in thee; the work of His hands.

As the Faithful Bridegroom, He is jealous if they hurt thee.

Spotless Maid of Nazareth, humble unknown;

The humble and the little ones know thee and bless thee.

The Angels in choir sing thy praises at God's Throne.

We thy children, poor, weak and sinful, sing thy praises.

all men shall call thee blessed.

Peoples of many colors shall sing thy praises.

In strange tongues they shall call

thee: Light of Dawn.

 

11. For thy Son is at hand.

Strange men, who live not as men, shall know thee;

And find shelter beneath thy mantle.

Fierce warriors shall become as little children,

and grasp thy girdle,

Their daughters shall cover their heads with thy veil,

and live by thy example.

From the high mountains and from the valley they shall follow thee, from the plains and from the deserts.

You come, not as the triumphant warrior in terrible array ,

But as the gentle Mother calling, calling thy children to thee.

He has filled thee with wisdom.

 

12. You speak in divers tongues.

All thy children know thy voice.

Dove of God: Thy voice is sweeter than the thrush and the lark.

Angels stay their journey to hear thee.

Your words are sweeter than honey.

Your eyes are beautiful and gentle.

We have no fear of thee.

We love thee, Mary, we love thee, we love thee.

0 Mary, beautiful, life-giving Mary.

Our joy, our Hope in our sorrows.

 

I3. Our eyes and hearts are lifted to thee.

Hear us, thy children who cry to thee.

You hear the cry of your children;

You, their Mother, will hasten to help.

You gladden the hearts that mourn.

You dry the eyes that weep.

Mother of the widow and orphan.

Safe home to the outcast.

The mighty and lowly find peace before thee.

Thy smile is peace.

 

14. Medicine and healing herbs to the sick.

Sweetness in the bitterness of life.

Light to those who travel by land and sea.

Virtue to the innocent.

Flame to kindle the clean of heart.

Faithful Shepherdess, who guards the sheep and lambs.

The Promised Land, overflowing with milk and honey.

Sweet spices and heavenly perfumes that purify,

sweeter than the honeycomb.

Glory of women.

 

15. Healer of men.

Sight to the blind.

Hearing to the deaf.

Speech to the dumb.

Cool, life-giving waters to the thirsty.

Food and drink to the weary.

Whose breasts feed all men.

Thy children call to thee.

Heavenly Guide to the traveler,

0 Mary, our Mother, lead us home.

 

0 Mary, when our eyes close in our last sleep, and open to behold thy Son, the just judge, and the Angel opens the Book, and the Enemy accuses us; in that terrible hour, come to our aid. Be with us. When death came to Joseph, you and your Son were with him: Thy Son to judge; thou to console. 0 Happy Joseph! When death comes for us, be near us.

 

0 Mary, when we are held captive in the place of atonement; plead for us, and visit us, that ewe may find consolation in thy presence. Stretch forth thy hand to help us; deliver us from our bondage. We are thy children: Thou art our Mother. As little children we come to thee; we know no fear.

 

0 Mary, He changed water into wine for thee, even as He said: My hour has not yet come. Now He would not refuse thee, when you plead for us thy children.

 

O Mary, come quickly to our aid.

Do not let us stray from the Fold,

The wolf is waiting to destroy us.

 

There shall be neither night nor day to thy praises.

Adoration to the Father who created thee!

Adoration to the Son Who took flesh from thee!

Adoration to the Holy Spirit, thy Divine Spouse!

Three in One,

One in Three.

Equal in all things.

To Him be glory for ever.

For ever.

For ever. Amen.

 

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