Mary! A Name too pure for mortal lips
Or language of the seraphim,
First borrowed from the songs of heaven,
It stirs the soul, yet soothes our fears.
O Mary! Who, in joy, or tears,
While onward over the surges driven,
Has ever unaided called on you,
You Star of life's tempestuous sea!
Sweet Name of power and virgin love,
Fair as the spotless heavens above,
Bright as the wave beneath the sun,
Pure as the cloudless diamond.