Hail to you the mother of help
Who saves us when we call
We always like to praise you
Considering you our helper.
When Metias was put in jail
You asked the LORD to save him
And by your help the jail was opened
The chains were turned into water.
When in prayer Pope Abraam
Asked your help for the church
Quickly you showed him the man
Who by faith moved the mountain.
When you appeared in the church of Zeitoun
The sick and the blind were healed
Joy and peace filled our hearts
As we got these heavenly blessings.