Your soul, O, Queen of the World, is like an ardent lamp 
that burns with love for its God and is never consumed.
Your crown, all brilliant with charity, 
dispels the fears of our heart, leading us to the foot of your altars.
Aubry

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary sung by Richard Carney

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.

Fr. J. Wyze 1825-1898