Classic Poem

O thou most holy One,
Pure, bright and lowly One,
Dearest Virgin, Mary mild;
Mother beloved of all,
Honoured, approved of all,
Pray for, pray for me, pray for thy child.
Whom should we venerate,
Whom should we supplicate,
Where for hope and solace flee?
Thou wilt receive our prayer,
Thou wilt present it there,
Where God welcomes all coming from thee.
To God thou gavest birth;
O'er all the realms of earth,
Mary, now extends thy sway:
What thou dost recommend
To that God will attend —
How can Christ his dear Mother gainsay?
Through all the realms of heaven,
Honour to thee is given;
Mighty Queen of angels thou:
But from thy starry throne,
Mary, look kindly down —
'Tis thy children who sing to thee now.
Look down and help us here;
Take from us doubt and fear;
Give us, give us all we need:
Teach us to hope in thee
Fondly, confidingly —
Help of Christians, plead for us, plead.