2 Deep night hath come down on this roughspoken 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!

3 The Church doth what God had first taught her to do;

He looked o'er the world to find hearts that were true;

Through the ages He looked, and He found none but thee,

And He loved thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

4 He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair;
For the empire of sin-it had never been there;
None had e'er owned thee, dear Mother! but
He,

And He blessed thy clear shining, sweet
Star of the Sea!

5 Earth gave Him one lodging; 'twas deep in thy breast,

And God found a home where the sinner finds rest;

His home and His hiding-place, both were
in thee,

He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of the
Sea!

6 O blissful and calm was the wonderful rest That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast;

For the heaven He left He found heaven

in thee,

And He shone in thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

PART II.

7 To sinners what comfort, to angels what mirth, That God found one creature unfallen on earth,

One spot where His Spirit untroubled could
be,

The depths of thy shining, sweet Star of the
Sea!

8 So age after age in the Church had gone round, And the Saints new inventions of homage have found,

New titles of honour, new honours for thee,
New love for thy shining, sweet Star of the
Sea!

9 And now from the Church of all lands thy dear name

Comes borne on the breath of one mighty
acclaim;

Men call on their father that he should decree
A new gem to thy shining, sweet Star of the
Sea!

10 O shine on us brighter than ever, then, shine! For the primest of honours, dear Mother! is thine;

"Conceived without sin," thy new title shall be,

Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of the Sea!

11 So worship we God in these rude latter days; So worship we Jesus our Love, when we praise His wonderful grace in the gifts He gave thee, The gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! 12 Deep night hath come down on us, Mother! deep night,

And we need more than ever the guide of thy light;

For the darker the night is, the brighter should be

Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea!

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Sine Labe Originali Concepta.

1 THE day, the happy day, is dawning,
The glorious feast of Mary's chiefest praise,
That brightens, like a second morning,
The clouded evening of these latter days.
O every clime! O every nation!

Praise, praise the God of our salvation!
2 High up, the realm of angels ringeth
With hymns of triumph to its mortal queen,
While earth its song of welcome singeth
In every shady grove and valley green,
O every clime! &c.

3 Hail Queen, whose life is just beginning,
Thrice welcome, Mother of a fallen race,
The sinless come to save the sinning,
Thyself the chosen aqueduct of grace.
O every clime! &c.

4 Immaculate! O dear exemption,

A spotless soul for God, entire and free. Redeemed with such a choice redemption, Angel nor saint can share the praise with thee. O every clime! &c.

5 O virgin brighter than the brightest 'Mid all the beauteous throngs that shine above!

O maiden whiter than the whitest

Of lily flowers in Eden's sacred grove!
O every clime! &c.

6 Chief miracle of God's compassion,

Choice mirror of His burning holiness,
Whose heart His mercy deigned to fashion
Far more than Eva's ruin to redress.
O every clime! &c.

7 Earth's cities! let your bells be reeling,
And all your temple-gates wide open fling,
With banners flying, cannon pealing,
The blessed Queen of our Redemption sing.
O every clime! &c.

8 See! Mary comes! O jubilation!

She comes with love to cheer a guilty race; O triumph! triumph all Creation

. O Christians! triumph in redeeming grace. O every clime! &c.

23.

Immaculate! Immaculate!

THE FEAST OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION.

1 O MOTHER! I could weep for mirth,
Joy fills my heart so fast;
My soul to-day is heaven on earth,
O could the transport last!

I think of thee, and what thou art,
Thy majesty, thy state;

And I keep singing in my heart,—
Immaculate! Immaculate!

2 When Jesus looks upon thy face,
His Heart with rapture glows,
And in the Church, by His sweet grace,
Thy blessed worship grows.

I think of thee, &c.

3 The angels answer with their songs,
Bright choirs in gleaming rows;
And saints flock round thy feet in throngs,
And heaven with bliss o'erflows.
I think of thee, &c.

4 O, I would rather, Mother dear!
Thou shouldst be what thou art,
Than sit where thou dost, O so near
Unto the Sacred Heart.

I think of thee, &c.

5 OI would forfeit all for thee,

Rather than thou shouldst miss

One jewel from thy majesty,
One glory from thy bliss.
I think of thee, &c.

6 Ah! I could die with such a sense,

It were but loss to live,
If I could die in dear defence
Of this prerogative.

I think of thee, &c.

7 Conceived, conceived Immaculate!
O what a joy for thee!
Conceived, conceived Immaculate!
O greater joy for me!
I think of thee, &c.

8 It is this thought to-day that lifts
My happy heart to heaven,
That for our sakes thy choicest gifts
To thee, dear Queen! were given.
I think of thee, &c.

9 The glory that belongs to thee
Seems rather mine than thine,
While all the cares that harass me
Are rather thine than mine.
I think of thee, &c.

10 O blessed be the Eternal Son,
Who joys to call thee mother,
And let's poor men by sin undone
For thy sake call Him brother!
I think of thee, &c.

11 Immaculate Conception! far
Above all graces blest!

Thou shinest like a royal star

On God's Eternal Breast!
I think of thee, &c.

12 God prosper thee, my Mother dear!
God prosper thee, my Queen!
God prosper His own glory here,
As it hath ever been!

I think of thee, &c.