O Mother blest, whom God bestows
On sinners and on just,
What joy, what hope you give to those
Who in your mercy trust.
You are clement, you are chaste,
Mary, you are fair;
Of all mothers sweetest, best,
None with you compare.

O heavenly Mother, mistress sweet!
It never yet was told
That suppliant sinner left your feet,
Unpitied, unconsoled.
You are clement, you are chaste,
Mary, you are fair;
Of all mothers sweetest, best,
None with you compare.

O Mother, pitiful and mild,
Cease not to pray for me;
For I do love you as a child,
And sigh for love of you.
You are clement, you are chaste,
Mary, you are fair;
Of all mothers sweetest, best,
None with you compare.

Most powerful Mother, all men know
your Son denies thee naught;
you do ask, you wisht it, and lo!
His power thy will hath wrought.
You are clement, you are chaste,
Mary, you are fair;
Of all mothers sweetest, best,
None with you compare.

O Mother blest, for me obtain,
Ungrateful though I be,
To love that God who first could deign
To show such love for me.
You are clement, you are chaste,
Mary, you are fair;
Of all mothers sweetest, best,
None with you compare.