Oh Heart of Heaven, Oh Loveliness unfading,
Little does man know the love that has kept you waiting.
A heart you have in which burns unearthly fire
rounded with thorns and roses and throbbing does not tire.
Oh Lily of Purity! Oh Ivory Tower!
Ever You have come in the neediest hour.
The Lily that conquers, the tower that protects
Is the hope of humanity for a life in the next.
Oh Golden Lady, most fair art thou
And all beautiful things to thee are subject and bow.
The rose imitates your charity, the sunrise your hope,
Laughter your faith, and truth is your cope.
Oh Lady of grace! Oh Queen of victory!
Thou be my succor, be Thou my relief.
Ever you come when the poor sinners call,
Oh Lady, Virgin Mother, come and save us all!
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