Author name: Powerful Catholic Prayer

Hallowed Mother, do this favour: Those Wounds that gored my Saviour, deeply on my heart engraved. Mine it be, Christ’s throes in sharing. Mine it be, his anguish bearing. These, his wounds, to keep in mind. From the flame of hell unending, be thou, Virgin, me defending, in that dreadful reckoning day! When in death […]

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and or the Holy Spirit. Amen. I. O august Queen of victories, Virgin who reignest in paradise, whose mighty name causes Heaven to rejoice and hell to tremble, O glorious Queen of the most holy Rosary, we, thy happy children chosen by thy goodness in

O Mother of Perpetual Help, thou art the dispenser of all the gifts which God grants to us miserable sinners; and for this end He has made thee so powerful, so rich, and so bountiful, in order that thou mayest help us in our misery. Thou art the advocate of the most wretched and abandoned

Behold at thy feet, 0 Mother of Perpetual Help, a wretched sinner who has recourse to thee and confides in thee. 0 Mother of mercy, have pity on me. I hear thee called by all the refuge and the hope of sinners: be then, my refuge and my hope. Assist me, for the love of

O Mother of Perpetual Help, numerous clients continually surround thy holy picture, all imploring thy mercy. All bless thee as the assured help of the miserable; all feel the benefit of thy motherly protection. With confidence, then, do we present ourselves before thee in our misery. See, dear Mother, the many evils to which we

Mother of Perpetual Help, Woman of Eternal Hope, your wordless gaze tells me so much about you. Your knowing eyes look upon me with tender love. While your left hand supports the Child Jesus, your right hand points me to this same Jesus Who is my Saviour. Seeing that His sandal will fall to the

Mother of Perpetual Help, Woman of Eternal Hope, your wordless gaze tells me so much about you. Your knowing eyes look upon me with tender love. While your left hand supports the Child Jesus, your right hand is ready to receive me. Just as Jesus feels the beating of your heart, so you encourage me

O what consolation, what sweetness, what confidence, what emotion fill my soul when I pronounce thy sacred name, or even only think of thee. I thank God for having given thee, for my good, so sweet, so powerful, so lovely a name. But I will not be content with merely pronouncing thy name: let my

Mother of perpetual Help, you know how much I suffer because of my sickness. Not only my body but my soul is also affected. I do not even have the strength to pray as I should. Nothing gives me any relief. Even the visits and compassion of my friends bring me no comfort. My courage