Ave Plena Gratiae – Catholic Hymns of Praise

This is a somewhat lesser known Marian hymn. The image is “The Birth of Mary” by Bartolome Esteban Murillo. The Latin lyrics and English translation follow:

Ave plena gratiae, Mater misericordiae, sancta Maria.
Per quam omnis gratiae fons ortus est Ecclesiae, sancta Maria.
Laude digna angelorum, sume laudes peccatorum, sancta Maria.
Spes reorum, spes lapsorum, laetitia beatorum, sancta Maria.
Te Gabriel laetificavit, te Paraclitus obumbravit, sancta Maria.
Pater summus magnificavit dum Filio matrem creavit, sancta Maria.
O gloria! O gaudium! Dum genuisti Altissimi Unigenitum, sancta Maria.
O Domina! O Dominum propitium fac nobis tuum primogenitum, sancta Maria.
Tuum per transiit gladius animam, cum in crucifixi latere defixam cerneres lanceam, sancta Maria.
Vincula, colaphi, corona spinea, arundo, flagella clavique te matrem corde cruentarunt, sancta Maria.
O laetitia! O resurrexit Dominus, en Virgo, vivit tuus Filius, sancta Maria.
O Regina! O regnat, vincit, imperat! Non moriturus tuus unicus, sancta Maria.
Nunc semper choros angelorum exaltata, a dextris Filii mater, regnas, caelesti gloria circumdata, sancta maria.
Nostri memor esto in misericordia, in hac miseria, nos exules reduc ad aeterna tabernacula, sancta Maria.
O Virgo! O Domina! O Mater regina, sancta Maria.

Hail, full of grace, Mother of mercy, holy Mary.
Through you the fountain of all grace flows for the Church, holy Mary.
Graced by the angels’ praises, accept the praise of us sinners, holy Mary.
The hope of the forsaken, the deceased, the joy of saints, holy Mary.
Gabriel rejoiced in you, the Holy Spirit overshadowed you, holy Mary.
The Most-High Father exalted you while creating you as mother of his Son, holy Mary.
O glory! O joy! That you would bear the Son of the Most-High, holy Mary.
O mistress! Intercede for us with the Lord, your first-born, holy Mary.
A sword pierced your soul while the lance pierced the side of the crucified one, holy Mary.
Chains, buffeting, the crown of thorns, the whipping; all bore upon your own heart, holy Mary.
O joy! The Lord is risen! Behold, O Virgin; your Son lives! O holy Mary.
O Queen! He reigns, he conquered, he rules! No more to die, your only Son, holy Mary.
And now, exalted by the angelic choirs, you reign with your Son in the midst of heaven’s glory, holy Mary.
Remember us, in your mercy, we poor ones, who are exiled; lead us to the heavenly sanctuary, holy Mary.
O Virgin! O Mistress! O Mother regal; O holy Mary.