MARIS STELLA
By Augusta Theodosia Drane
Mary, beautiful and bright“Velut Maris Stella,”Brighter than the morning light,“Parens et Puella,”I cry to thee, look down on me;Ladye, pray thy Son for me,“Tam pia,”That thy child may come to thee,“Maria.”Sad the earth was and forlorn,“Eva peccatrice,”Until Christ our Lord was born“De te Genitrice”;Gabriel’s “Ave” chased awayDarksome night, and brought the day“Salutis”;Thou the Fount whence waters play“Virtutis.”Ladye, Flower of living thing,“Rosa sine spina”;Mother of Jesus, heaven’s King,“Gratia divinia”;’Tis thou in all dost bear the prize,Ladye, Queen of Paradise,“Electa,”Maiden meek and Mother wise,“Effecta.”In care thou counsellest the best,“Felix fecundata”;To the weary thou are rest,“Mater honorata”;Plead in thy love to Him who gaveHis precious Blood the world to save“In cruce,”That we our home with Him may have“In luce.”Well knows he, that he is thy Son,“Ventre quem portasti”;All thou dost ask Him, then, is won,“Partum quem lactasti”;So pitiful He is and kind,By Him the road to bliss we find“Superni”;He doth the gates of darkness bind“Inferni.”
Mary, beautiful and bright“Velut Maris Stella,”Brighter than the morning light,“Parens et Puella,”I cry to thee, look down on me;Ladye, pray thy Son for me,“Tam pia,”That thy child may come to thee,“Maria.”Sad the earth was and forlorn,“Eva peccatrice,”Until Christ our Lord was born“De te Genitrice”;Gabriel’s “Ave” chased awayDarksome night, and brought the day“Salutis”;Thou the Fount whence waters play“Virtutis.”Ladye, Flower of living thing,“Rosa sine spina”;Mother of Jesus, heaven’s King,“Gratia divinia”;’Tis thou in all dost bear the prize,Ladye, Queen of Paradise,“Electa,”Maiden meek and Mother wise,“Effecta.”In care thou counsellest the best,“Felix fecundata”;To the weary thou are rest,“Mater honorata”;Plead in thy love to Him who gaveHis precious Blood the world to save“In cruce,”That we our home with Him may have“In luce.”Well knows he, that he is thy Son,“Ventre quem portasti”;All thou dost ask Him, then, is won,“Partum quem lactasti”;So pitiful He is and kind,By Him the road to bliss we find“Superni”;He doth the gates of darkness bind“Inferni.”
Mary, beautiful and bright“Velut Maris Stella,”Brighter than the morning light,“Parens et Puella,”I cry to thee, look down on me;Ladye, pray thy Son for me,“Tam pia,”That thy child may come to thee,“Maria.”
Mary, beautiful and bright
“Velut Maris Stella,”
Brighter than the morning light,
“Parens et Puella,”
I cry to thee, look down on me;
Ladye, pray thy Son for me,
“Tam pia,”
That thy child may come to thee,
“Maria.”
Sad the earth was and forlorn,“Eva peccatrice,”Until Christ our Lord was born“De te Genitrice”;Gabriel’s “Ave” chased awayDarksome night, and brought the day“Salutis”;Thou the Fount whence waters play“Virtutis.”
Sad the earth was and forlorn,
“Eva peccatrice,”
Until Christ our Lord was born
“De te Genitrice”;
Gabriel’s “Ave” chased away
Darksome night, and brought the day
“Salutis”;
Thou the Fount whence waters play
“Virtutis.”
Ladye, Flower of living thing,“Rosa sine spina”;Mother of Jesus, heaven’s King,“Gratia divinia”;’Tis thou in all dost bear the prize,Ladye, Queen of Paradise,“Electa,”
Ladye, Flower of living thing,
“Rosa sine spina”;
Mother of Jesus, heaven’s King,
“Gratia divinia”;
’Tis thou in all dost bear the prize,
Ladye, Queen of Paradise,
“Electa,”
Maiden meek and Mother wise,“Effecta.”In care thou counsellest the best,“Felix fecundata”;To the weary thou are rest,“Mater honorata”;Plead in thy love to Him who gaveHis precious Blood the world to save“In cruce,”That we our home with Him may have“In luce.”
Maiden meek and Mother wise,
“Effecta.”
In care thou counsellest the best,
“Felix fecundata”;
To the weary thou are rest,
“Mater honorata”;
Plead in thy love to Him who gave
His precious Blood the world to save
“In cruce,”
That we our home with Him may have
“In luce.”
Well knows he, that he is thy Son,“Ventre quem portasti”;All thou dost ask Him, then, is won,“Partum quem lactasti”;So pitiful He is and kind,By Him the road to bliss we find“Superni”;He doth the gates of darkness bind“Inferni.”
Well knows he, that he is thy Son,
“Ventre quem portasti”;
All thou dost ask Him, then, is won,
“Partum quem lactasti”;
So pitiful He is and kind,
By Him the road to bliss we find
“Superni”;
He doth the gates of darkness bind
“Inferni.”