O purest of creatures! Sweet Mother, Sweet Maid;
The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid;
Dark night hath come down on us, Mother, and we
Look out for thy shining, Sweet Star of the sea.

Deep night hath come down on this rough- spoken world,
And banners of darkness are boldly unfurled
The tempest-tossed Church -all her eyes are on thee
They look to thy shining, Sweet Star of the sea.

He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair,
For the empire of sin had never been there;
None ever had owned thee, dear Mother but he
Had blessed thy clear shining, Sweet Star of Sea.

Earth gave him one lodging; T’was deep in thy breast
And God found a home where the sinner finds rest,
His home and his hiding place both were in thee,
He dwelt in thy shining, Sweet Star of the sea.

Oh, blissful and calm was the wonderful rest
That thou gave thy God in thy virginal breast;
For the heav'n he left he found the heav'n in thee,
He shone in thy shining, Sweet Star of the sea.