I'll sing a hymn to Mary,
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The Mother of my God,
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The Virgin of all virgins,
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Of David's Royal blood.
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O teach me, holy Mary,
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A loving song to frame,
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When wicked men blaspheme thee,
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To love and bless thy name.
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O Lily of the Valley,
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O mystic Rose what tree
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Or flower, e'en the fairest,
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Is half so fair as thee?
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O let me, though so lowly,
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Recite my Mother's fame:
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When wicked men blaspheme thee,
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I'll love and bless thy name.
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O noble Tower of David,
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Of gold and ivory,
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The Ark of God's Own promise,
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The Gate of Heaven to me;
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To live, and not to love thee,
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Would fill my soul with shame:
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When wicked men blaspheme thee,
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I'll love and bless thy name.
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But in the crown of Mary,
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There lies a wondrous gem,
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As Queen of all the Angels,
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Which Mary shares with them;
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"No sin hath e'er defiled thee,"
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So doth our faith proclaim:
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When wicked men blaspheme thee,
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I'll love and bless thy name.
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Hymn To Mary
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Beth Nielsen Chapman |