Toll at the hour of dawn:
When the busy day hath begun;
That Christians may kneel in life's early morn
To Mary's Incarnate Son;
For at midnight hour Saint Gabriel spoke,
And Christ was conceived ere morning broke.
Hail, Mary, Full of grace.

Toll at the mid-day hour:
Let the bell toll loud and long;
For the sun hath risen with a burning power,
And the world and the flesh are waxing strong;
Through the long hours of the sultry day,
Stay with thy children, Jesus, stay.
Hail, Mary, Full of grace.

Toll at the fall of eve:
When the busy day is done;
Lest Jesus thy soul in corruption leave,
Call yet again on Mary's Son;
For at fall of eve, 'mid the gathering gloom,
His body was laid in Saint Joseph's tomb.
Hail, Mary, Full of grace.

Toll for each hour of prayer:
Toll at morning, noon and night;
Let the loud church-bells, like the angel, declare
The dawn of the World's true Light;
Till the chimes that inspired our childhood's faith
Are the requiem rung o'er the couch of death.
Hail, Mary, Full of grace.