Seven Joys of the Blessed Virgin Mary
From The Paradise of the Christian Soul, compiled by Jacob Merlo Horstius, 1877 Tools
Source
| Printed in | The Paradise of the Christian Soul |
|---|---|
| Imprint | London, Burns & Oates (Portman Street & Paternoster Row), 1877 |
| Scan | the Internet Archive copy |
| Transcription | Transcribed from the scan of the 1877 edition. |
| Rights | Public domain in the United States. |
- Prayers for
- salvation, purity, faith, love of God, avoiding sin
Albrecht Dürer, The Virgin with a Starry Crown, 1508. Cleveland Museum of Art.
JOY I.
Joy to thee, sweet Mother-maid!
In thy happy womb was laid,
At the great Archangel's word,
Heav'n's mighty Lord.
Gain for us His saving grace,
Mother of our ransom'd race:
Our salvation gives thee claim
To that dear name!
Hail Mary.
JOY II.
Joy to thee, God's Mother blest!
When He left His cloister'd rest
In thy womb, ceased all the throes
That sin's birth knows.
Virgin sweet, and Mother mild,
Fondly clasp thy heavenly Child;
Let pure love with chaste desire
Thy bosom fire!
Hail Mary.
JOY III.
Joy to thee! from eastern land,
Guides a Star the Magian band,
Owning by the gifts they bring
Thy Son their King.
In our hearts pour gifts like thine,
Faith, and Hope, and Love divine,
Chastity from thine own bower,—
Pure Lily-flower!
Hail Mary.
JOY IV.
Joy to thee! thy Son behold,
Who but now lay dead and cold,
From the grave uprisen shine,
With light divine!
May our souls from sin arise,
Led by thee to Paradise;
Let each thought, hope, deed, desire,
To Heav'n aspire!
Hail Mary.
JOY V.
Joy to thee! for now thy Son,
Over death the vict'ry won,
Soars aloft with heav'nward flight,
In thy rapt sight.
Make us, by that heav'nward way,
Open'd to us on that day,
Trod by thee to gain thy Son,
Press likewise on!
Hail Mary.
JOY VI.
Joy to thee! the Paraclete,
From thy Son's majestic seat,
Forms anew man's race on earth,
With heav'nly birth.
Let His fire our hearts inflame.
Which unlit were dull and tame;
So shall we unwearied prove
In toils of love!
Hail Mary.
JOY VII.
Joy to thee! for thou art gone
Where thy Son hath set His throne
High above the stars, to share
Christ's glories there!
By the Fruit of thy blest womb,
Free us from the Judgment doom,
Glad partakers e'er to be
Of God with thee!
Hail Mary.
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