LYRIC

Sing, my soul, her praises due.
All her feasts, her actions worship
With the heartโ€™s devotion true.
Lost in wondering contemplation,
Be her Majesty confessed.
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

She is mighty to deliver.
Call her, trust her lovingly.
When the tempest rages round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of heaven she has given,
Noble Lady, to our race.
She, the Queen, Who decks her subjects
With the light of Godโ€™s own grace.

Sing, my tongue, the Virginโ€™s trophies
Who for us her Maker bore.
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing in songs of peace unending,
Sing the worldโ€™s majestic Queen.
Weary not nor faint in telling.
All the gifts she gives to men.

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