Sing we now in praise of Mary, sing with joy her praises due, 

Imitate her every virtue as a loyal child and true. 

In her womb she moulded Jesus, to her heart God's Word did stay. 

Into other Christ's she'll change us in a mother's gentle way. 

Sing of Jesus, Son of Mary, in the home at Nazareth. 

Toil and labour cannot weary love enduring unto death. 

Constant was the love he gave her, though he went forth from her side. 

Forth to preach and heal and suffer, till on Calvary he died.