Mary Immaculate

Mary Immaculate, 

star of the morning,

Chosen before the creation began,

Chosen to bring, 

for thy bridal adorning,

Woe to the serpent and rescue of man.

Here, in an orbit of 

shadow and sadness,

Veiling thy splendor, 

thy course thou hast run;

Now thou art throned in 

all glory and gladness,

Crowned by the hand of the 

Savior and Son.

Sinners, we worship 

thy sinless perfection;

Fallen and weak, for 

they pity we plead;

Grant us the shield of 

thy sovereign protection,

Measure thine aid by 

the depth of our need.

Bend from thy throne at 

the voice of our crying,

Bend to this earth which 

thy footsteps have trod;

Stretch out thine arms to us, 

living and dying,

Mary Immaculate, 

Mother of God.

F.W. Weatherell