Consecration to Our Lady of Sorrows

[Lorenzo]

Most holy Virgin and Queen of Martyrs,
Mary, would that I could be in Heaven,
there to contemplate the honours rendered to thee
by the Most Holy Trinity
and by the whole Heavenly Court!
But since I am still a pilgrim in this vale of tears,
receive from me, thy unworthy servant and a poor sinner,
the most sincere homage
and the most perfect act of vassalage
a human creature can offer thee.
In thy Immaculate Heart,
pierced with so many swords of sorrow,
I place today my poor soul forever;
receive me as a partaker in thy dolors,
and never suffer that I should depart from that Cross
on which thy only begotten Son expired for me.
With thee, O Mary,
I will endure all the sufferings,
contradictions, infirmities,
with which it will please thy Divine Son
to visit me in this life.
All of them I offer to thee,
in memory of the Dolors
which thou didst suffer during thy life,
that every thought of my mind,
every beating of my heart
may henceforward be an act of compassion to thy Sorrows,
and of complacency for the glory
thou now enjoyest in Heaven.
Since then, O Dear Mother,
I now compassionate thy Dolors,
and rejoice in seeing thee glorified,
do thou also have compassion on me,
and reconcile me to thy Son Jesus,
that I may become thy true and loyal son (daughter);
come on my last day and assist me in my last agony,
even as thou wert present at the Agony of thy Divine Son Jesus,
that from this painful exile I may go to Heaven,
there to be made partaker of thy glory.

Amen.

[Lorenzo]

Hallowed Mother,
do this favour:
Those Wounds that gored my Saviour,
deeply on my heart engraved.
Mine it be,
Christ's throes in sharing.
Mine it be,
his anguish bearing.
These, his wounds,
to keep in mind.
From the flame of hell unending,
be thou, Virgin,
me defending,
in that dreadful reckoning day!
When in death my eyes are closing,
open them, Lord,
to see reposing,
Victory's crown in Mary's hand.
When my frame by death is broken,
and my doom by thee is spoken,
be it, Lord, the better land.

Amen.

I beseech you,
O Lord Jesus Christ,
that the Blessed Virgin Mary,
whose most holy soul was pierced
in the hour of your Passion
by the sword of sorrow,
may intercede for us
with Your mercy now
and at the hour of our death.

Amen.