O Mary, Mary more beautiful than all creatures,
lovely after Jesus above all loves,
more dear than all created things,
gracious above every grace,
pity this miserable heart of mine;
miserable because it does not love you;
and it ought to love you.
You can inflame it with you holy love.
Turn, O Mary, your loving eyes upon me;
look at me, and draw me to you;
and grant that after God I may love no other but you,
most gracious, most amiable Mary,
Mother of Jesus, and my Mother.