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.