Our Lady of La Salette
by VP
Posted on Thursday September 19, 2024 at 01:00AM in Prayers
(Public Domain) Notre Dame de la Salette
Our Lady of la Salette, Reconciler of sinners, pray without ceasing for us who have recourse to thee.
The Hymn of the Confraternity.
O Lady blest of La Salette-Take pity on our hapless state,
And hearken to our cry!
Thine own sweet voice in plaintive wail,
As we walk through this tearful vale,
Is heard reproachfully.
In France, we're taught, thou didst appear,
And through two children biding near,
A warning didst convey―
The arm of thine offended Son
Thou couldst not hold, and heaven's frown
Thou couldst no longer stay.
The wrath of Jesus Christ would fall,
So didst thou say, on us and all,
For our iniquity:
Thy warning is, that we repent,
Or else a fatal punishment
Will scourge us heavily.
Then stay, O Virgin Mother, stay
The doom impending, whilst we pray
To thy most clement Son:
And as on earth our vows we make,
Present them thou, for Jesus' sake,
To God's eternal throne.
One only God we'll ever serve,
And from His truth we ne'er will swerve,
The one unchanging faith:
Our holy Church we know to be
The sole and only Church, where we
Can rest in life and death.
Oh, may we never take again
The holy Name of God in vain,
Or His good Spirit grieve!
All cursing, swearing, blasphemy
Be far from us: and holily
May we for ever live!
The Sunday and all holidays,
We promise we will spend in praise
Of our much injured God.
Our joy shall be our Mass to hear,
And to the Sacraments draw near,
Those wells of Christ's own blood.
And when our priests the doctrines preach,
Which God hath given them power to teach,
We ne'er will absent be:
The days of abstinence and fast,
We'll strive to keep from first to last,
And Holy Church obey.
O Virgin Queen, in pity hear
Thy children whilst we humbly dare
These pious vows to make-
What God and Holy Church command,
On bended knee, with outstretched hand,
We promise ne'er to break.
O Lady blest of La Salette,
Thy strength can hardly bear the weight
Of Christ's uplifted arm:
Still tarry, Mother, yet awhile—
Our hearts to Jesus reconcile,
And shield us from the storm.
“If my people will not obey, I shall be compelled to loose my Son’s arm. It is so heavy, so pressing that I can no longer restrain it. How long I have suffered for you! If my Son is not to cast you off, I am obliged to entreat Him without ceasing. But you take not the least notice of that. No matter how well you pray in the future, no matter how well you act, you will never be able to make up to me what I have endured for your sake.
I have appointed you six days for working. The seventh I have reserved for myself. And no one will give it to me. This it is which causes the weight of my Son’s arm to be crushing. The cart drivers cannot swear without bringing in my Son’s name. These are the two things which make my Son’s arms so burdensome.
If the harvest is spoiled, it is your own fault. I warned you last year by means of the potatoes. You paid no heed. Quite the reverse, when you discovered that the potatoes had rotted, you swore, you abused my Son’s name. They will continue to rot, and by Christmas this year there will be none left.
If you have grain, it will do no good to sow it, for what you sow the beasts will devour, and any part of it that springs up will crumble into dust when you thresh it.
A great famine is coming. But before that happens, the children under seven years of age will be seized with trembling and die in their parent’s arms. The grownups will pay for their sins by hunger. The grapes will rot, and the walnuts will turn bad.”
"Only a few rather old women go to Mass in the Summer. All the rest work every Sunday throughout the Summer. And in Winter, when they don’t know what to do with themselves, they go to Mass only to poke fun at religion. During Lent they flock to the butcher shops, like dogs.” The Message of La Salette La Salette Missionaries, Province of Mary, Mother of the Americas.
Shrine of Salette, France
