Daily Daily Sing to Mary

1. 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 her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest.
2. 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.
3. Sing, my tongue, the Virgin’s trophies, Who for us her Maker 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.
4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth;
Spread abroad the sweet memorials, Of the Virgin’s priceless worth,
Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongues of eloquence,
That can utter hymns beseeming; All her matchless excellence?

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