Come Holy Spirit,
send us a ray of your light.
Come, Father of the poor,
come, giver of gifts.
Come, light of the heart,
you, the greatest Consoler.
Come Holy Spirit…
Sweet guest of the soul,
sweetest consolation,
rest in the midst of our labours,
comfort in our weeping.
Come Holy Spirit…
Come most blessed light,
come and fill our hearts.
Without your holy strength,
nothing pure dwells in man.
Come Holy Spirit…
Wash what is dirty,
water what is dry.
Heal what is wounded,
bend what is rigid.
Come Holy Spirit…
Warm what is cold,
bring back what goes astray.
Give to your faithful
your seven holy gifts.
Come Holy Spirit…
Give virtue and love,
give us a holy death.
Give joy eternal.
Amen, Alleluia!
Come Holy Spirit,
send us a ray of your light.

Hail, holy Queen,
Mother, Mother of mercy,
hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope.
To thee do we cry,
poor banished children of Eve;
to thee we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping,
in this vale of tears,
in this vale of tears.
Turn, then, most gracious advocate,
thine eyes of mercy towards us;
and after this our exile
show unto us Jesus,
the blessed fruit of thy womb.
O clement!
O loving!
O sweet Virgin Mary!
Pray for us,
holy Mother of God,
that we may be made worthy
of the promises of Christ,
of Jesus Christ,
of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Beside the rivers of Babylon,
remembering Jerusalem, we sat down to weep.
On the willows we hung up our guitars,
remembering Jerusalem, we sat down to weep.
"Sing" – our enemies told us;
"sing" – our oppressors told us;
they wanted us to sing songs of joy.
How could we sing
the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
If I forget you Jerusalem,
may my right hand wither;
may my tongue cleave to my mouth
if I don’t remember you, Jerusalem,
above all my joys.
Lord, ask account of our enemies,
Lord, ask account of our oppressors,
when they say to each other:
"Raze it to its foundations."
Capital
of criminal Babylon!
Who could repay you the evil
you have done to us?
Who could crush your little ones against the rock?
Beside the rivers of Babylon,
remembering Jerusalem, we sat down to weep.
On the willows we hung up our guitars,
remembering Jerusalem, we sat down to weep.

Dawn tinges the sky with purple,
the sound of praise echoes in the air.
The world rejoices in triumph,
hell trembles with fear:
while the King, Christ, frees mankind
from the dark prison of death
and leads us to life.
A stone sealed his tomb;
it was watched by many soldiers,
yet Christ triumphs with glory
and wakes from death:
no more mourning, nor weeping,
no more sorrows.
He rose from death! He rose from death!

How lovely are your dwelling places, O Lord,
Lord of Hosts!
My soul longs and yearns
for the courts of the Lord.
Even the sparrow finds a home,
the swallow its nest
near your altars, O Lord,
my King and my God,
my King and my God.
Happy is he who lives in your house,
ever singing your praise,
ever singing your praise.
Happy is he who finds in you the strength
and decides in his heart
to make the holy journey.
Passing through the valley of weeping,
he changes it into a spring;
his strength grows along the way,
till he arrives in Zion, till he arrives in Zion.
For me a day in your courts
is worth more
than a thousand elsewhere.
To dwell at the gate of your house
is better than to live in the palaces of the mighty.
Passing through the valley of weeping…
For me a day in your courts …

Daughters of Jerusalem,
do not weep, do not weep for me.
For if they do this with the green wood,
with the dry what will happen?
With the dry what will happen? Ay!
Daughters of Jerusalem…
Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do.
Forgive them, forgive them. Ay!
Daughters of Jerusalem…
I assure you,
today you will be with me in Paradise.
Daughters of Jerusalem…
Father, Father, into your hands
I commit my spirit.
Ay, ay, ay!
Daughters of Jerusalem…

Shlom lekh Mariam,
malyat thai butha,
Maran, Maran amekh,
Maran, Maran amekh!
Hail Mary,
full of grace,
the Lord, the Lord is with thee:
blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb Jesus!
Holy, holy Mary,
Mother, mother of God,
pray, pray for us,
pray for us who are sinners.
Mary, don’t weep!
Mary, Mary, Mary – rejoice!
Holy, holy Mary,
Mother, mother of God,
pray, pray for us,
pray for us who are sinners.
Mary, help us,
Mary, help us!
Virgin Mary, help us!
Virgin Mary –
may his word be fulfilled in us!
Holy, holy Mary,
Mother, mother of God,
pray, pray for us,
pray for us who are sinners.

The Virgin Mary was betrothed to Joseph
when, before they came to live together,
she was found to be with child
through the Holy Spirit.
And Joseph, who was just,
did not want to repudiate her.
He decided to send her away in secret.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God, humble lamb,
you, who don’t resist evil,
Mother of Jesus and our Mother,
pray for us, pray for us!
And Mary gave birth to her son,
swaddled him and put him in a manger
because there was no room for them at the inn.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
Then Joseph woke up,
took with him the child and his mother,
and in the night fled to Egypt
because Herod was looking for the child
to kill him.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
A cry is heard in Ramah: "ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay"
– a cry and a great lamentation:
it is Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be consoled
because they are no more.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
And the angel of the Lord said to Joseph in Egypt:
"Get up and take with you the child and his mother
and go back to the land of Israel;
because from Egypt I have called my son."
She-lamb of God…

The dove hovered over the head of the Lord
and sang psalms above him.
and the Lord revealed his designs of love,
works of art ineffable, for every man.
The chasms opened up
and dreadful cries were heard –
like women giving birth,
but the Lord dispelled the darkness
with his piercing look.
The dove hovered over the head of the Lord
and sang psalms above him.
and the Lord revealed his designs of love,
works of art ineffable, for every man.
The designs were foiled
and the angels of heaven were weeping,
the designs for all those
who did not follow his truth.
Because the Lord has shown his way
and has showered his grace
on all those who follow him;
he has given them power
to be adorned with his holiness.
The dove hovered over the head of the Lord
and sang psalms above him.
and the Lord revealed his designs of love,
works of art ineffable, for every man.

Woman, tell me why you’re weeping.
Woman, tell me why you’re weeping.
Who are you looking for?
Who are you looking for?
Who are you looking for?
Sir, if you have taken him away,
Sir, if you have taken him away,
tell me where you have put him
and I will go and take him,
and I will go and take him.
Mary!
Rabbuni!
Mary!
Rabbuni!
'Noli me tangere’ – do not cling to me,
I have not yet ascended to the Father!
Go and announce to my brothers,
go and announce to my brothers
that I’m ascending to my Father and your Father,
that I’m ascending to my Father and your Father,
to my God and your God.
I’m ascending to my Father and your Father,
I’m ascending to my Father and your Father,
to my God and your God.
to my God and your God.
I’m ascending to my Father and your Father,
to my God and your God.
Sir, if you have taken him away…
Mary!
Rabbuni!…
'Noli me tangere' – do not cling to me,
I have not yet ascended to the Father!

Lifting up his eyes to his disciples, Jesus said:
Happy are you poor
for yours is the Kingdom of God.
Happy are you that now are hungry
for you shall be filled.
Happy are you that now are weeping
for you shall laugh.
Happy are you when men hate you and insult you
on account of the Son of Man,
rejoice on that day,
for your reward shall be great in heaven.
But woe to you that now are rich
for you already have your consolation.
Woe to you that now are full
for you shall go hungry.
Woe to you that now are laughing
for you shall mourn and weep.
Woe to you when all men speak well of you,
so they spoke of the false prophets.
But to you who are listening I say:
love your enemies,
do good to those who hate you.
Bless those who curse you,
pray for those who ill-treat you.
To him who slaps you on one cheek
offer the other one as well.
To him who takes away your cloak,
do not refuse your tunic.
Give to every one who asks you
and from him who takes your goods do not ask for their return.
Do not judge.
Do not condemn.
Forgive.
And you will be forgiven.
Love your enemies…
Do not judge…