O purest of creatures! sweet Mother, sweet maid;
The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid.
Dark night hath come down on us, Mother, and we
Look out for thy shining, sweet star of the sea.

Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,
And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurled;
And the tempest-tossed Church - all her eyes are on thee
They look to thy shining, sweet star of the sea.

He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fail'
For the empire of sin - it had never been there;
None ever had owned thee, dear Mother, but he,
And he blessed thy clear shining, sweet star of the sea.