Immaculate Mary! our hearts are on fire,
that title so wondrous fills all our desire.
Ave, ave, ave Maria! (2x)
We pray for God’s glory, may his kingdom come!
We pray for his vicar, our Father, and Rome.
We pray for our mother, the Church upon earth,
and bless, sweetest Lady, the land of our birth.
For poor, sick, afflicted thy mercy we crave;
and comfort the dying, thou light of the grave.
In grief and temptation, in joy and in pain,
we’ll ask thee, our Mother, nor seek thee in vain.
In death’s solemn moment, our Mother, be nigh:
as children of Mary, O teach us to die.
And crown thy sweet mercy with this special grace,
to behold soon in heaven God’s ravishing face.
Now to God be all glory and worship for aye,
and to God’s Virgin Mother an endless Ave.