Mary Immaculate, star of the morning,
Chosen before the creation began,
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Here in an orbit of shadow and sadness,
Veiling your splendour, your course you have run;
Now you are throned in all glory and gladness,
Crowned by the hand of your Saviour and Son.
Sinners, we honour your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grant us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure you aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to the earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.