Therefore, as we celebrate
the memorial of his Death and Resurrection,
we offer you Lord, the Bread of life
and the Chalice of salvation,
giving thanks that you have held us worthy
to be in your presence and minister to you.
Humbly we pray
that, partaking in the Body and Blood of Christ
we may be gathered into one by the Holy Spirit.
Remember, Lord, your Church,
spread throughout the world,
and bring her to the fullness of charity,
together with … our Pope,
…, our Bishop,
and all the clergy.
Remember also our brothers and sisters
who have fallen asleep
in the hope of the resurrection,
and all who have died in your mercy:
welcome them into the light of your face.
Have mercy on us all, we pray,
that with the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God,
with the blessed Apostles,
and with all the Saints
who have pleased you throughout the ages,
we may merit to be coheirs to eternal life,
and may praise and glorify you
through your Son, Jesus Christ.
Through him, and with him, and in him,
O God almighty Father,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
all glory and honour is yours,
for ever and ever.
Amen, amen, amen.

Exult, choirs of angels,
Exult, heavenly assembly!
May a hymn of glory
greet the triumph of our risen Lord!
Rejoice, all the earth,
flooded with the new light!
The splendour of the King has conquered darkness,
the darkness of the world!
The splendour of the King has conquered darkness,
the darkness of the world!
Rejoice, O Mother Church, made resplendent
with the glory of your risen Lord.
Let this holy building resound,
echoing the song of a people in feast.
The Lord be with you.
And with your spirit.
Lift up your hearts.
We lift them up to the Lord.
Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.
It is right and just.
It is truly right and just
to express, by singing, the great joy of the spirit
and to praise the all powerful Father
and his Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ.
He paid for us to the eternal Father Adam’s debt,
and with his blood, shed out of love,
he wiped away the condemnation of the ancient fault.
This is the Passover
in which is slain the one true Lamb.
This is the night
in which you freed our fathers from the slavery of Egypt.
This is the night
that with a pillar of fire banished the darkness of evil.
This is the night in which you have conquered the darkness of sin.
This is the night
in which Christ has destroyed death
and from the dead arises victorious.
How wonderful is the mercy
of your grace,
how boundless the tenderness of your love;
to ransom a slave you sacrificed your Son!
Without the sin of Adam,
Christ would not have redeemed us!
O happy fault,
which deserved so great a Saviour,
O happy fault!
O Night, truly blessed,
which knew the hour in which Christ arose!
O Night, truly blessed,
which despoiled the Egyptians to make Israel wealthy!
O Night, which conquers evil and washes guilt away!
O Night, truly glorious,
which reconciles man | to his God!
This is the night
in which Christ has destroyed death
and from the dead arises victorious.
In this night, receive, heavenly Father,
the sacrifice of praise
that the Church is offering you by the hand of her ministers
in the solemn liturgy of the candle,
sign of the new light.
We pray you, O Lord:
let this candle,
offered in honour of your name,
shine with light;
let it ascend to you like fragrant perfume,
let it mingle with the stars of heaven;
may the morning star find this flame still burning,
the morning star which never sets:
Christ, your Son, risen from the dead,
who shines resplendent with his peaceful light!
Amen, Amen, Amen!

We praise you, O God,
we proclaim you as Lord,
O Eternal Father,
all the earth adores you.
To you sing the angels
and all the powers of heaven,
holy, holy, holy,
holy, holy, holy,
Lord God of the Universe!
Heaven and earth
are full of your glory.
The choir of apostles acclaims you
and the white-robed army of martyrs.
The voices of the prophets unite in your praise,
the holy Church proclaims your glory,
adoring your only Son,
and the Holy Spirit, the Paraclete.
O Christ, king of glory,
eternal Son of the Father,
you were born of the Virgin Mother
for the salvation of man.
Victorious over death,
you opened to the faithful the kingdom of Heaven.
You sit at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father.
You will come to judge the world at the end of time.
Help your servants, O Lord,
redeemed by your precious blood.
May we be numbered with your saints
in everlasting glory.
Save your people, O Lord,
guide and protect your children.
Day by day we bless you,
we praise your name for ever.
Grant today, O Lord,
to keep us free from sin.
May your mercy be ever with us:
in you have we hoped.
Have mercy on us, O Lord,
have mercy on us.
You are our hope,
may we never be confounded.

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.

Hail Mary
full of grace,
the Lord is with thee!
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus!
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us,
pray for us sinners;
now,
and at the hour of our death.
Amen, amen, amen!

Hail Mary,
full of grace,
the Lord is with thee,
blessed art thou among women,
and blessed
is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus!
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us,
pray for us sinners;
now,
and at the hour of our death!
Amen!

Mary, little Mary,
you are the gentle breeze of Elijah,
the breath of the Spirit of God.
You are the burning bush of Moses
which bears the Lord without being consumed.
You are 'That place near me,'
which the Lord showed to Moses.
You are the cleft in the rock
which God covers with his hand
while his glory passes by.
Let the Lord come with us
if we have found favour in his eyes.
It’s true that we are sinners,
but pray for us,
and we shall be his heritage forever.
Mary, little Mary,
daughter of Jerusalem.
Mother of all nations,
Virgin of Nazareth.
You are the cloud which protects Israel,
the tent of meeting,
the Ark of the Covenant,
the place where the Lord dwells,
the sanctuary of his Shekinah.
Let the Lord come with us…
You are 'That place near me'…

Uri, uri, uri, ura,
uri, uri, uri, ura.
Uri, uri, uri, ura,
pam pam, pam pam, pam parapam pam,
pam pam, pam pam, pam parapam pam,
larala la la la.
A little baby will be born,
a little baby.
A little baby will be born,
a little baby.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
come little baby, come!
Uri, uri, uri, ura…
His mother Mary lives in Bethlehem,
his father is a carpenter.
His mother Mary lives in Bethlehem,
his father is a carpenter.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
Uri, uri, uri, ura...

He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s a poor worker, born in Bethlehem,
his mother Mary, his father Joseph.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He has eyes speaking of love,
speaking of the Father, speaking of God.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He died on the cross, full of pain,
he died for men, full of love.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
My God has entered into death,
yet he’s coming, he’s rising, he’s coming, the Lord.
Let us shout, let us sing: "He rose from death,"
my God has conquered, has conquered through love.

Console my people
and speak to the heart of Jerusalem,
and shout that her slavery
is ended.
Console my people,
and speak to the heart of Jerusalem,
and shout that her slavery
is ended.
"Oh-ay," a voice in the desert
shouts:
"Prepare the way,
the path to the Lord."
Because the Lord is coming with power,
he brings with him the reward;
like a shepherd gathers the flock,
carrying the lambs on his breast.
Like a shepherd he leads slowly, slowly
the mother ewes.
Like a shepherd, carries on his shoulders
the lost sheep.
Console my people
and speak to the heart of Jerusalem,
and shout that her slavery
is ended.

Woman!, behold your son,
woman! behold your son,
behold your son, behold your son!
Behold your mother, behold your mother.
Mary, my mother,
Mary, our mother;
come to live with me,
come to my house,
and teach us to love your son,
as you have loved him.
I thirst, I thirst,
all is accomplished,
all is accomplished,
all is accomplished!
Mary, my mother…
Then the soldiers came,
and seeing he was already dead,
they did not break his legs,
but one of the soldiers
pierced his side with a lance,
and at once there flowed out
blood and water, blood and water.
Mary, my mother,
Mary, our mother,
You are the mother of the Church,
which springs from the side of Christ,
his bride, the new Eve.
which springs from the side of Christ,
his bride, the new Eve.
Mary, my mother…

Stabat Mater dolorosa,
juxta crucem lacrimosa.
dum pendebat filius.
Her grief-stricken soul,
suffering and anguished,
was pierced by a sword.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O how sad and afflicted
was the blessed
Mother of the Only-begotten.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
Who can help but cry
when looking at Christ’s Mother
in such anguish?
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
For the sins of his people
she sees Jesus in torment
and subjected to scourging.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
She sees her sweet Offspring
dying, abandoned,
giving us his spirit.
Stabat Mater dolorosa…
O Christ, when I die,
through your blessed Mother bring me
to the palm of victory!
Amen, amen, amen!
Amen, amen, amen!

Blessed are you, Mary,
among all women, Mary!
Blessed is the fruit, Mary,
the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Mary, you have believed!
And how is it that the mother of the Lord
is coming to me? How is this?
As soon as I heard your voice,
something moved within me;
my child leapt for joy!
Mary, blessed Mary,
you have believed in the Word of the Lord.
And how is it that the mother of the Lord
is coming to me? How is this?

Mary, daughter of your son,
Mother of Jesus and our Mother,
Virgin, Virgin of marvels.
Mary, you are the creature
who gave birth to the Creator,
you are the servant who conceived the Lord.
Mary, daughter of your son…
Mary, formed from earth,
you are the glorious image,
the glorious image of heaven.
Mary, daughter of your son…
Mary, lowliest of women
yet you are high beyond all others,
you are the daughter of God,
and yet you are his Mother,
you are the daughter of God,
and yet you are his Mother,
Virgin, Virgin of marvels.
Mary, daughter of your son…

Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
Today a child is born, his name ‘Emmanuel!’
His name ‘Emmanuel,’ his name ‘Emmanuel:’
Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, rejoice, today the Saviour is born!
Shepherds, let us go…
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
Rejoice…

Mary of Jasna Góra, *
Mater abscondita,
аt semper sollicita,
Tu, Redemptoris Mater,
оra pro nobis.
Arise like Deborah,
save us like Judith,
sing for us like Hannah,
intercede for us like Esther!
Mary of Jasna Góra…
Woman of heaven,
teach us to follow the footsteps of Christ,
the footsteps of the holy Servant,
of the humble Son,
of the humble Mother,
of the ever Virgin Mary.
Mary of Jasna Góra…
Maria, Sancta Maria

Mary, mother of the burning way,
you free us from the fire of the passions
with the dew of your intercession.
You free us from the fire of the passions
with the dew of your intercession.
Meek Mary, all immaculate,
guardian angel of the third millennium,
place of all graces,
image of every virtue,
the heavenly Jerusalem sings your beauty.
You have shown us the way,
under the cross you have received us,
Mother of the burning way.
Under the cross you have received us,
how could you refuse your dying Son?
Meek Mary...

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.

Sola a solo
under the cross
Mary, who can separate you?
Virgin alone,
Mother, pierced tower.
Pillar of love,
you hold up the heaven
of our little faith.
Sola a solo,
Mother, full of God,
pray for us,
pray for us sinners.

Listen to me, remotest islands, all the nations,
thus speaks the Lord, the Holy One of Israel
to him whose life is despised,
whom the nations loathe,
to the slave of the oppressors:
"The kings shall see you, they will stand up,
the princes of the earth
they will bow down,
I have chosen you, I’ve chosen you."
At the time of favour I will hear you,
on the day of salvation I will help you,
I have set you as a Covenant for the peoples.”
"The kings shall see you…
"You will say to prisoners: 'Come out!;'
you will say to the blind: 'See!;'
you will guide the peoples to the waters of life."
"The kings shall see you…
But Zion says:
"The Lord has abandoned me,
the Lord has forgotten me."
"Can a mother forget
the baby at her breast?
Or fail to cherish
the son of her womb?
Even if a mother
forget her baby
I will not forget you.
Look at me, I have branded you
on the palms of my hands.
Look at me, I have branded you
on the palms of my hands."
"The kings shall see you…

Elí, Elí, lamá sabachtháni?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
How far I feel you from my lamentation;
I call on you by day and you do not answer,
I call by night and there is no rest for me.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Yet you are the Holy One,
you dwell in the praises of my people;
in you my fathers have hoped,
they hoped in you and you have freed them;
they cried to you and they were saved,
they hoped in you and did not remain disappointed.
Then me? Why don’t you help me?
Perhaps I am not a man? Look, I am a worm!
Disgraced among men! Rejection of my people!
All those who see me curl their lips,
they mock me, shake their heads and say:
"He trusted in the Lord,
let him rescue him if he loves him so much."
Yes, you love me, yes, you cherish me!
You drew me out of my mother’s womb,
at my birth you picked me up,
from my mother’s womb you have been my God,
when I was being born I entrusted myself to you.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
Do not be far from me;
look! anguish is near and no one helps me.
Many bullocks surround me,
bulls of Bashan besiege me,
against me they open wide their mouths,
like a lion raging and roaring.
I am dirty water which is thrown away,
all my bones are racked;
my heart is like wax,
melting away within my bosom;
dry as a pot-shard is my palate,
my tongue is stuck to my throat,
you have thrown me in the dust of death.
Eli…
A pack of dogs surrounds me,
a gang of evildoers besieges me;
they have pierced my hands and my feet,
I can count all my bones.
They stare at me, they observe me,
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothes they cast lots.
But you, Lord, do not stay far away! –
my strength, my strength, run to my help!
Save me from the sword,
from the claws of the dogs, save my life,
save me, save me from the mouth of the lion,
and from the horns of the bulls!
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?…
I will announce your name to my brothers,
I will praise you in the midst of the assembly:
I will say: Praise the Lord you who fear him,
sing to the Lord, descendants of Jacob!
let the race of Israel give him glory;
because he was not disgusted with this poor man,
the only one who was not scandalised at me.
He did not despise this wretched man,
he did not hide his face from him,
but at his cry for help he answered him,
at his cry he heard him.
Eli…
Now I know that the poor will be saved,
that everyone who looks for you will find you,
that their hearts, their hearts will live,
will live forever, will live eternally.
All the ends of the earth will return to the Lord,
all the families of nations shall bow down before him.
Because the kingdom, the kingdom is the Lord’s;
he is the ruler of all the nations,
all those who prosper on the earth will bow down before him,
to him will bow all those who go down to the dust.
And I, I will live, will live for him,
my descendants shall serve him.
The Lord will be spoken of to the coming generations,
they will announce to them what he has done for me;
to the people yet to be born they will say: "Behold the work of the Lord."

O Lord, my heart has no lofty ambitions,
nor are my eyes raised with pride.
I am not looking for great things
that are above my strength.
O Lord, my heart has no lofty ambitions,
nor are my eyes raised with pride.
I am not looking for great things
that are above my strength.
But I have calmed and quietened my soul,
like a child in its mother’s arms,
like a child that has been suckled is my spirit,
like a child within me.
O Lord, my heart…
Israel, hope in the Lord, now and forever.
Israel, hope in the Lord, now and forever.

I want to go, mother,
to Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
to eat, to eat the herbs,
to, to fill myself with them,
to fill myself with them.
In the path I find myself,
in the path I’m walking.
in the path of all the world,
of all the world.
Let me eat of them,
so I can fulfil my longings –
that are longings for friendship,
that are longings for meekness,
that are longings, that are longings for obedience.
In the path I find myself,
in the path I’m walking.
in the path of all the world,
of all the world.

Jesus went around all the towns,
passing from village to village;
he proclaimed the Kingdom.
When he saw the crowds following him, he had compassion
because they were tired,
because they were dejected,
like sheep without a shepherd.
Then Jesus said to his disciples:
"The harvest is large, is large indeed
but the workers are few.
Pray, then, to the Lord of the harvest
to send workers to his harvest.
And now, I am sending you out
like sheep among wolves:
so be cunning as serpents
and simple as doves,
simple as doves.
Do not carry purse or money,
knapsack or sandals,
but proclaim: the Kingdom is at hand,
Jesus is risen, he comes with us,
he comes with us.
Whoever loves his father or his mother more than me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
Whoever loves his son or his daughter more than me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
Whoever does not take his cross and follow me,
is not worthy of me, is not worthy of me.
And whoever seeks his life in this world,
he will lose it, he will lose it.
But whoever loses his life for my sake,
he will find it, he will find it.
He who listens to you,
listens to me.
He who welcomes you,
welcomes me.
He who welcomes me, welcomes God,
welcomes God!"

You who dwell in the gardens,
where my companions are listening,
let me hear your voice,
let me hear your voice.
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
I am in his eyes
as one who has found peace,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
my vineyard is here in front of me,
Flee, my beloved,
like a gazelle,
like a young stag,
on the sweet scented mountains.
You who dwell in the gardens…
The Church through Baptism has been introduced into the gardens of the Kingdom "where the
companions are listening."
There, as she has been made mother and teacher of all nations because of the experience of
love she has received and because of the suffering, the joys, the failures, the recoveries and – we
could say – because of the history of salvation that the Song of Songs expresses, the Church is
invited by the Bridegroom to let her voice be heard in a final yearning.
The Church answers with an eschatological paschal cry: what she has come to know and
experienced of the Bridegroom makes her desire to flee with him in a final exodus "to the sweet
scented mountains," which is Heaven, forever free.

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…

Who is she rising from the desert,
who is she rising from the desert,
leaning on her beloved, on her beloved,
leaning on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I awakened you,
there where your mother conceived you,
there where your mother gave birth to you,
there where your mother gave birth to you.
Who is she rising from the desert,
who is she rising from the desert,
leaning on her beloved, on her beloved,
leaning on her beloved?
Set me as a seal on your heart,
as a tattoo upon your arm,
because love is as strong as death,
a flame coming from the Lord,
and the waters cannot quench it.
To give all the wealth
of the house for love,
would be to despise it.
Who is she rising from the desert,
who is she rising from the desert,
leaning on her beloved, on her beloved,
leaning on her beloved?

Her foundations are on the holy mountains:
the Lord loves the gates of Zion
more than all Jacob's dwellings;
Of you are told glorious things,
City of God!
I will remember Rahab and Babylon,
Palestine, Tyre and Ethiopia,
when someone is born in them,
men say: 'There, this man was born.'
But of Zion, all say 'Mother!'
For all were born in her.
For all were born in her.
The Lord himself has founded her!
The Lord himself has founded her!
Mother, Mother, city of God!
The Lord writes in the book of the peoples:
'This man was born in her;'
and while dancing they will sing:
'In you are all my fountains.'
And while dancing, while dancing they will sing:
And while dancing, while dancing they will sing:
'all my fountains are in you.'
'All my fountains are in you.'
'Mother, Mother, city of God!'
For all…
And while dancing…

You have seduced me, Lord,
and I let myself be seduced.
You wrestled with me and you defeated me,
You ve taken me by force and have prevailed!
When I speak I have to shout:
"Violence! Oppression!"
And so your word
has brought me insult and derision.
I said to myself:
"I will think of him no more,
I will not speak any more in his name."
But in my heart there was a burning fire
that was raging in my bones.
But in my heart there was a burning fire
that was raging in my bones.
Cursed be the day I was born;
cursed be the man
who brought the news to my father:
"A son is born to you."
Why did I come out of my mother’s womb
only to see torment and sorrow?
But the Lord is at my side
like a brave and mighty warrior.
But the Lord is at my side
like a brave and mighty warrior.
Sing hymns to the Lord,
praise the Lord,
for he has freed the life of this poor man.
But the Lord is at my side…