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.
The saints are hight in glory,
With golden crowns so bright,
But brighter far is Mary
Upon her throne of light.
O that which God did give thee,
Let mortal ne'er disclaim;
When wicked men blaspheme thee
I'll love and bless thy name. |
