Where Iron Sharpens Iron / Proverbs 27:17
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To you do we cry, poor banished children of Eve: to you do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this vale of tears. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us, and after this our exile, show unto us the Blessed Fruit of your womb, Jesus, O merciful, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary!
Amen