O Mother, I could weep for mirth,
Joy tills my heart so fast
My soul today is heav'n on earth,
Oh, could the transport last.
I think of thee and what thou art,
Thy majesty, thy state
And I keep singing in my heart:
Immaculate, immaculate.

When Jesus looks upon thy face,
His heart with rapture glows,
And in the Church, by His sweet grace,
Thy blessed worship grows.
I think of thee and what thou art,
Thy majesty, thy state
And I keep singing in my heart:
Immaculate, immaculate.

The angels answer with their songs,
Bright choirs in gleaming rows;
And saints flock round thy feet in throngs,
And heav’n with bliss o'erflows.
I think of thee and what thou art,
Thy majesty, thy state
And I keep singing in my heart:
Immaculate, immaculate.