O Mother of Sorrows who sorrows for all

And pities thy children who on thee now call,

Dark Shadows creep ’round us and death draweth near,

The coming of night bringeth anguish and fear.

O Mother of Sorrows, look down from above,

And shed o’er thy children the balm of thy love,

In darkness and death we shall not be afraid,

If thy hand, O Mother, upon us is laid. 

*Taken from a little booklet I have entitled, “Novena in honor of Our Sorrowful Mother”, Compiled from Approved Sources and Arranged for Congregational Use by Rev. James R. Keane, O.S.M., published by The Servite Fathers, Chicago, Illinois, 1938. 

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