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 Blessed be  God  in  His  Angels, and  in  His  Saints.

N. B. — One year's  indulgence each  time  they  are  said.

AIL, holy  Queen,  Mother of mercy;  our  life,  our sweetness, and  our  hope. To thee do  we  cry,  poor  banished children of  Eve;  to  thee  do we  send  up  our  sighs,  mourning and  weeping  in  this  valley 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