Protect us while telling,
Your praises we sing,
In faithful hearts dwelling,
Christ Je- Sus our King.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

You came to redeem us,
A pure Maiden's Child:
Pure bodies beseem us,
And hearts undefiled.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

And you ever glorious
‘Midst children of Eve.
God's mother victorious,
Our praises receive.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

By God's visitation
Your chaste womb did bear
The King of creation,
King David’s true heir.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

Whose glory in heaven
And earth is confessed,
To you it was given
to nurse at your breast.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

On the bosom playing,
From Bethlehem brought,
His own law obeying,
His temple he sought.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

While you did embrace him,
The magi adored,
With gifts brought to praise him,
Their king and their Lord.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

He sweated profusely,
While he held the cup,
And prayed to his Father
That his will be done.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

King Pilate condemned him
To die on the Cross
His sacred hands were bound,
And his face abused.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

He left his glorious
Diadem above
from the crown or sharp thorns
that pierced his head.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

Her heart rent with sorrow
to meet her dear Son
In agony carrying
His Cross to Calv'ry.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

A sorrowful mother
Stood beneath the Cross,
Into his Father's hands
He gave his spirit
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

Day breaks; he is risen,
Your Lord and your Son,
Set free from death's prison,
His glory is won.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

Heav'n's true light returning
to heav'n you did see,
Who once, heavens spurning,
Came down unto you.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

When Pentecost crowned you,
What praises were yours,
While star-like around you
Apostles did shine.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

Through you who all graces
Canst win from your Son,
For these our poor praises,
Acceptance be won.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.

And while we revere here,
Chaste Mother and Maid,
Emmanuel, hear her,
And lend us your aid.
Ave, ave, ave, Maria, Ave, ave, ave Maria.