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 other men forget thee
I'l 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 Tow'r of David,
Of gold and ivory,
The Ark of God's own promise,
The Gate of Heav'n 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.

When troubles dark afflict me
In sorrow and in care,
Thy light doth ever guide me,
O beauteous Morning Star.
So l'll be ever ready
Thy goodly help to claim,
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
To love and bless thy name.

The Saints are high in glory,
With golden crowns so bright;
But brighter far is Mary.
Upon her throne of light;
O that which God did give thee,
Let mortal ne’er disclaim
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,

And now, O Virgin Mary,
My Mother and my Queen,
I’ve sung thy praise- so bless me,
And keep my heart from sin;
When others jeer and mock thee,
I’ll often think how I,
To shield my Mother Mary,
would lay me down and lie.