THIS IS THE IMAGE OF THE QUEEN

This is the image of the Queen\nWho reigns in bliss above;\nOf her who is the hope of men,\nWhom men and angels love.\nMost holy Mary, at thy feet\nI bend a suppliant knee;\nIn this thy own sweet month of May\nDear Mother of my God, I pray,\nDo thou remember me.\n2. The homage offered at the feet\nOf Mary’s image here\nTo Mary’s self at once ascends\nAbove the starry sphere.\nMost holy Mary, at thy feet\nI bend a suppliant knee;\nIn all my joy, in all my pain,\nO Virgin born without a stain,\nDo thou remember me.\n3. Sweet are the flow’rets we have cull’d,\nThis image to adorn;\nBut sweeter far is Mary’s self,\nThat rose without a thorn.\nMost holy Mary, at thy feet\nI bend a suppliant knee;\nWhen on the bed of death I lie,\nBy him who did for sinners die,\nDo thou remember me.\n4. O Lady, by the stars that make\nA glory round thy head;\nAnd by the pure uplifted hands,\nThat for thy children plead;\nWhen at the judgement-seat I stand,\nAnd my dread Saviour see;\nWhen waves of night around me roll\nAnd hell is raging for my soul;\nO then remember me.