Full Lyrics
1. Bring flowers of the fairest,
bring flowers of the rarest,
From garden and woodland and hillside and vale;
Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale.
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms to day,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.
2. Our voices ascending,
in harmony blending,
Oh! thus may our hearts turn, dear Mother to thee;
Oh! thus shall we prove theehow truly we love thee,
How dark without Mary life's journey would be.
3. O Vigin most tender,
our homage we render, T
hy love and protection, sweet Mother, to win;
In danger defend us, in sorrow befriend us,
And shield our poor hearts from contagion and sin.
4. Of Mothers the dearest,
oh, wilt thou be nearest,
When life with temptation is darkly replete?
Forsake us, O never! our hearts be they ever
As pure as the lilies we lay at thy feet.
