Sing, sing, ye angel bands,
All beautiful and bright!
For higher and higher,
Through fields of starry light,
Mary, your Queen, ascends
Like the sweet moon at night.
Mary, your Queen, ascend
Like the Sweet moon at night

A fairer flow'r than she,
On earth hath never been;
And, save the throne of God,
Your heav’ns have never seen!
A wonder half so bright
As your ascending Queen;
A wonder half so bright
As your ascending Queen.

O happy angels, look
How beautiful she is!
See! Jesus bears her up,
Her hand is locked in his.
Oh, who can tell the height
Of that fair Mother 's bliss?
Oh, who can tell the height
of that fair Mother's bliss?

And shall I lose thee then,
Lose my Sweet right to thee?
Ah, no! the angels' Queen
Man's Mother still will be;
And thou, upon thy throne,
Wilt keep thy love for me,
And thou, upon thy throne,
Will keep thy love for me.

Oh, through the countless stars
Proceeds the grand arrays
And love divine comes forth
To light her on her way,
Through the short gloom of night
Into celestial day;
Through the short gloom of night
Into celestial day.

On, then, dear pageant, on!
Sweet music breathes around
And love, like dew, distils
On hearts in rapture bound,
The Queen of heav’n goes up
To be proclaimed and crowned,
The Queen of heav’n goes up
To be proclaimed and crowned.