I'll Sing A Hymn To Mary
I'll sing a hymn to
Mary,
The Mother of my God,
The Virgin of all virgins,
Of David's Royal blood.
O teach me, holy Mary,
A loving song to frame,
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
To love and bless thy name.
O Lily of the Valley,
O mystic Rose what tree
Or flower, e'en the fairest,
Is half so fair as thee?
O let me, though so lowly,
Recite my Mother's fame:
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I'll love and bless thy name.
O noble Tower of David,
Of gold and ivory,
The Ark of God's Own promise,
The Gate of Heaven to me;
To live, and not to love thee,
Would fill my soul with shame:
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I'll love and bless thy name.
But in the crown of Mary,
There lies a wondrous gem,
As Queen of all the Angels,
Which Mary shares with them;
"No sin hath e'er defiled thee,"
So doth our faith proclaim:
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I'll love and bless thy name.
Fr. J. Wyze 1825-1898
Hail, Virgin, Dearest
Mary
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Music: LOUIS
LAMBILLOTTE
Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
Thy children humbly bending,
A round thy shrine so dear;
With heart and voice ascending,
Sweet Mary hear our prayer.
Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
Behold earth's blossoms springing,
In beauteous form and hue;
All nature gladly bringing,
Her sweetest charms to you.
Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
We'll gather fresh, bright flowers,
To bind our fair Queen's brow;
From gay and verdant bowers,
We haste to crown the now.
Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
And now our blesed Mother,
Smile on our festal day;
Accept our wreath of flowers,
And be our Queen of May.
Hail, Virgin, dearest Mary!
Our lovely Queen of May,
O spotless blessed Lady,
Our lovely Queen of May.
Maiden
Mother, Meek and Mild
Maiden Mother, meek
and mild,
Guard, O guard thy little
child;
All my life, O let it be,
My best joy to think of thee.
Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis.
When mine eyes are closed in
sleep,
Through the night my
slumbers keep;
Make my latest thought to be,
How to love thy Son and thee.
Sancta Maria, ora pro
nobis.
And oh, teach me through the
day,
Oft to raise my heart and
say,
Maiden Mother, meek
and mild,
Guard, O guard thy
little child.
Sancta Maria, ora pro
nobis.
FRANK N.
BIRTCHNELL
Madonna
BERNARDO LUINI
NO DATE
Hail, Virgin of Virgins
Hail, Virgin of Virgins, thy praises we sing,
Thy throne is in Heaven, thy Son is its King;
The Saints and the Angels thy glory proclaim,
All nations devoutly bow down at thy name.
Let all sing of Mary, the Mystical Rod,
The Mirror of Justice, the Handmaid of God;
Let valley and mountain unite in her praise,
The sea with its waters, the sun with its rays.
Let souls that are holy still holier be,
To sing with the Angels, dear Mary, of thee;
Let all who are sinners to virtue return,
That hearts without number with thy love may burn.
A SISTER OF MERCY
OUR LOVELY QUEEN OF
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SING TO MARY MIDI
MOTHER MILD MIDI
HAIL VIRGIN MIDI
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