Intro text needed (3-4 sentences about when/why we use these chants, particularly at Blessed Sacrament). Convert-friendly text about why we honor our Blessed Mother, etc. would be nice.

Ave Maria
Ave Maris Stella
Beata Mater
O Sanctissima
Stabat Mater

Ave Maria

Ave Maris Stella

English Translation:

Hail, bright star of ocean, God's own Mother blest,
Ever sinless Virgin, Gate of heavenly rest.

Taking that sweet Ave, Which from Gabriel came,
Peace confirm within us, Changing Eva's name.

Break the captives' fetters, Light on blindness pour,
All our ills expelling, Every bliss implore.

Show thyself a Mother; May the Word Divine,
Born for us thy Infant, Hear our prayers through thine.

Virgin all excelling, Mildest of the mild,
Freed from guilt, preserve us, Pure and undefiled.

Keep our life all spotless, Make our way secure,
Till we find in Jesus, Joy forevermore.

Through the highest heaven, To the Almighty Three,
Father, Son and Spirit, One same glory be. Amen.

English Translation:

Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death Amen.

Beata Mater

O Sanctissima

English Translation:

Oh, the most holy one, oh, the most pious one,
Mild Virgin Mary!

Beloved mother, the most righteous one,
Pray, pray for us!

May your joy and your cry
Help us, oh, Mary!

We believe in you, we praise you,
Pray, pray for us!

English Translation:

Blessed Mother and inviolate Virgin, glorious Queen of the world, intercede for us with the Lord

Stabat mater


English Translation:

My soul doth magnify the Lord. 
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior. 
Because He hath regarded the humility of His slave: 
For behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. 
Because He that is mighty hath done great things to me; and holy is His name. 
And His mercy is from generation unto generations, to them that fear Him. 
He hath shewed might in His arm: He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart. 
He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble. 
He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich He hath sent empty away. 
He hath received Israel His servant, being mindful of His mercy: 
As He spoke to our fathers, to Abraham and to his seed for ever. 
Glory be the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, 
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, forever and ever, Amen.

English Translation:

At the cross her station keeping, 
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, 
All His bitter anguish bearing, 
Now at length the sword had pass'd.

Oh, how sad and sore distress'd
Was that Mother highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One!

Christ above in torment hangs; 
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep, 
Whelm'd in miseries so deep
Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain, 
In that Mother's pain untold?

Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, 
She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.

For the sins of His own nation, 
Saw Him hang in desolation, 
Till His spirit forth He sent.

O thou Mother! fount of love! 
Touch my spirit from above; 
Make my heart with thine accord.

Make me feel as thou hast felt; 
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ our Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through; 
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.

Let me share with thee His pain, 
Who for all my sins was slain, 
Who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee, 
Mourning Him who mourn'd for me, 
All the days that I may live.

By the cross with thee to stay, 
There with thee to weep and pray, 
Is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins best, 
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.

Let me, to my latest breath, 
In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.

Wounded with His every wound, 
Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd
In His very blood away.

Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, 
Lest in flames I burn and die, 
In His awful Judgment day.

Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, 
Be Thy Mother my defence, 
Be Thy cross my victory.

While my body here decays, 
May my soul Thy goodness praise, 
Safe in Paradise with Thee.