Daily, daily, sing to Mary,\nSing, my soul, her praises due;\nAll her feasts, her actions worship,\nWith the heart’s devotion true.\nLost in wond’ring contemplation\nBe her majesty confessed:\nCall her Mother, call her Virgin,\nHappy Mother, Virgin blest.\n2. She is mighty to deliver;\nCall her, trust her lovingly:\nWhen the tempest rages round thee,\nShe will calm the troubled sea.\nGifts of heaven she has given,\nNoble Lady! To our race:\nShe, the Queen, who decks her subjects\nWith the light of God’s own grace.\n3. Sing, my tongue, the Virgin’s trophies,\nWho for us her Maker bore;\nFor the curse of old inflicted,\nPeace and blessings to restore.\nSing in songs of praise unending,\nSing the world’s majestic Queen:\nWeary not nor faint in telling\nAll the gifts she gives to men.\n4. All my senses, heart, affections,\nStrive to sound her glory forth\nSpread abroad the sweet memorials\nOf the Virgin’s priceless worth.\nWhere the voice of music thrilling,\nWhere the tongues of eloquence,\nThat can utter hymns beseeming\nAll her matchless excellence?\n5. All our joys do flow from Mary,\nAll then join her praise to sing:\nTrembling sing the Virgin Mother,\nMother of our Lord and King.\nWhile we sing her awful glory,\nFar above our fancy’s reach,\nLet our hearts be quick to offer\nLove the heart along can teach.