Daily, daily sing to Mary
Sing my soul her praises due.
All her feasts her actions worship
With the heart’s devotion true.
Lost in wond’ring contemplation
Be her Majesty confessed.
Call her Mother, call ger virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.
She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly;
When the tempest rages round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of heaven she has given,
Noble lady to our race.
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects,
With the light of God’s own grace.
Sing, my tongue the Virgin’s trophies,
Who for us her make bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessings to restore.
Sing in songs of praise unending,
Sing the world’s majestic Queen;
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.