O, most blessed and afflicted Virgin, Queen of Martyrs! Thou who didst stand unshrinking beneath the Cross beholding the agony of thy dying Son; through the sword of grief which pierced thee then, through the continual sufferings of thy life of sorrow, through the unutterable joy which now far more than repays thee for them, look down with a mother’s pity and tenderness on me kneeling before thee to venerate thy sacred Sorrows and to lay my petition with child-like trust in the shrine of thy wounded heart.
I beg of thee, o Mother, continually to plead for me with thy Son, and through the merits of His most sacred Passion and Death, together with thy own suffering at the foot of the Cross, so touch His Sacred Heart who can refuse thee nothing, that I may surely obtain my request.
To whom shall I fly in my wants and miseries, in not to thee, O Mother of Mercy, who having so deeply drunk of the chalice of thy Son, canst most pity and feel for us poor exiles, still doomed to sigh in this valley of tears.
Offer to Jesus but one drop of His Precious Blood, but one pang of His Adorable Heart; remind Him that thou art our life, our sweetness, and our hope, and obtain what I ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.