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Queen, we bend before thee, Queen of purity divine; Make us love thee, we implore thee, Make us truly to be thine.

Unto thee a Child was given, Greater than the sons of men; Coming down from highest heaven, To create the world again.

Thou by faith the gates unfolding Of the kingdom in the skies, Hast to us, by faith beholding, Shewn the land of Paradise.

Thou, when deepest night infernal Had for ages shrouded man, Gavest us that light eternal Promis'd when the world began.

Teach, oh teach us, holy Mother, How to conquer every sin, How to love and help each other, How the prize of life to win.

Teach us how all earthly pleasures, All the world's enchanting bloom, Are outrivall'd by the treasures Of the glorious world to come.

Oh, by that Almighty Maker, Whom thyself a virgin bore; Oh, by thy supreme Creator, Link'd with thee for evermore.— 