O Mother, I could weep for mirth,
Joy fills my heart so fast;
My soul today is heaven on earth,
Oh, could the transport last !
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I think of you, and what you are,
Your majesty, your state.
And I keep singing in my heart;
Immaculate ! Immaculate !

When Jesus looks upon your face,
His heart with rapture glows;
And in the Church, by His sweet grace,
Your blessed worship grows.
[Chorus]

The angels answer with their songs,
Bright choirs in gleaming rows;
And saints flock round your feet in throngs,
And heaven with bliss o’er-flows.
[Chorus].