Mary immaculate, star of the morning, Chosen before the creation began, Chosen to bring, for your bridal adorning, Woe to the serpent and rescue to man. Here, in an orbit of shadow and sadness Veiling your splendour, your course you have run; Now you are throned in all glory and gladness, Crowned by the hand of your saviour and Son. Hear in your Mercy, the voice of our crying; Bend to this earth where your footsteps have trod; Stretch out your arms to the living and dying, Mary immaculate, mother of God.