Look down, O Mother Mary
From thy bright throne above,
Cast down upon thy children
One only glance of love,
And if a heart so tender
With pity flows not o'er,
Then turn away, O Mother,
And look on us no more.

See how, ungrateful sinners,
We stand before thy Son,
His loving heart upbraids us
The evil we have done.
But if thou wilt appease Him,
Speak for us but one word,
For thus thou canst obtain us
The pardon of our Lord.

O Mary, dearest Mother,
if thou wouldst have us live,
Say that we are thy children,
And Jesus will forgive.
Our sins make us unworthy
That title still to bear,
But thou art still our Mother;
Then show a Mother's care.

Unfold to us thy mantle,
There stay we without fear,
What evil can befall us
If, Mother, thou art near?
O kindest, dearest Mother,
Thy sinful children save;
Look down on us with pity,
Who thy protection crave.