Ave Maria Meditations
I’ll sing a hymn to Mary
The Mother of my God,
The Virgin of all virgins,
Of David’s Royal blood.
O teach me, holy Mary,
A loving song to frame,
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
To love and bless thy name.
O Lily of the Valley,
O mystic Rose, what tree
Or flower, e’en the fairest,
Is half so fair as thee?
O let me, though so lowly,
Recite my Mother’s fame:
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.
O noble Tower of David,
Of gold and ivory,
The Ark of God’s own promise,
The Gate of Heaven to me;
To live, and not to love thee,
Would fill my soul with shame:
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.
When troubles dark afflict me,
In sorrow and in care,
Thy light doth ever guide me,
O beauteous Morning Star.
So, I’ll be ever ready
Thy goodly help to claim,
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.
(Author of hymn unknown)
