Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes

Upon the sinner's sacrifice

Of fervent prayer and humble love,

From thy holy throne above.

 

At morn, at noon, at twilight dim

Maria! thou hast heard my hymn.

In joy and wo, in good and ill

Mother of God! be with me still.

 

When my hours flew gently by,

And no storms were in the sky,

My soul, lest it should truant be

Thy love did guide to thine and thee.

 

Now, when clouds of Fate o'ercast

All my Present, and my Past,

Let my Future radiant shine

With sweet hopes of thee and thine.