I’ll Sing A Hymn To Mary,
The Mother Of My God,
The Virgin Of All Virgins,
Of David’s Royal Blood.
Oh Teach Me, Holy Mary,
A Loving Song To Frame,
When Wicked Men Blaspheme Thee,
To Love And Bless Thy Name. [2]

Oh Lily Of The Valley,
Oh Mystic Rose What Tree
Or Flower, Even The Fairest,
Is Half So Fair As Thee?
Oh Let Me, Though So Lowly,
Recite My Mother’s Fame:
When Wicked Men Blaspheme Thee,
I’ll Love And Bless Thy Name.

Oh 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.

But In The Crown Of Mary,
There Lies A Wondrous Gem,
As Queen Of All The Angels,
Which Mary Shares With Them;
“No Sin Hath E’er Defiled Thee,”
So Doth Our Faith Proclaim:
When Wicked Men Blaspheme Thee,
I’ll Love And Bless Thy Name.