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 Woe — 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 oe'rcast
All my Present, and my Past
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine