This Is The Image Of The Queen
Who Reigns In Bliss Above;
Of Her Who Is The Hope Of All,
Whom We And Angels Love!
Most Holy Mary, At Thy Feet
I Bend A Begging Knee;
Dear Mother Of My God, I Pray,
Do Thou Remember Me!

The Sacred Homage That We Pay
To Mary’s Image Here,
To Mary’s Self At Once Ascends
Above The Starry Sphere.
Most Holy Mary, At Thy Feet
I Bend A Begging Knee;
In All My Joy, In All My Pain,
Do Thou Remember Me!

How Fair So Ever Be The Form
Which Here Your Eyes Behold,
Its Beauty Is By Mary’s Self
Excell’d A Thousand Fold.
Most Holy Mary, At Thy Feet
I Bend A Begging Knee;
In My Temptations Each And All,
Do Thou Remember Me!

Sweet Are The Flow’rets We Have Culled
This Image To Adorn;
But Sweeter Far Is Mary’s Self,
That Rose Without A Thorn!
Most Holy Mary, At Thy Feet
I Bend A Begging Knee;
When On The Bed Of Death I Lie,
Do Thou Remember Me!