Sub Tuum
Unto the refuge of thy loving care We fly; retreat into thy palisade, O holy maiden, who by God was made Mother of the living Word, draw near: In our necessities hear now our prayers Most pitiful; our pleas before thee laid, Despise them not! O mother give us aid Who seek in confidence thy gentle ear. But deliver us in all our strife From every peril, every evil thing, From every trap set by our cunning foe Whose head thy foot has crushed in his despite. O Blessed Virgin, o most glorious Queen, Ever shalt thou be the sinner's hope.