THIS IS THE IMAGE OF THE QUEEN

This is the image of the Queen
Who reigns in bliss above;
Of her who is the hope of men,
Whom men and angels love.
Most holy Mary, at thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
In this thy own sweet month of May
Dear Mother of my God, I pray,
Do thou remember me.

2. The homage offered at the feet
Of Mary’s image here
To Mary’s self at once ascends
Above the starry sphere.
Most holy Mary, at thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
In all my joy, in all my pain,
O Virgin born without a stain,
Do thou remember me.

3. Sweet are the flow’rets we have cull’d,
This image to adorn;
But sweeter far is Mary’s self,
That rose without a thorn.
Most holy Mary, at thy feet
I bend a suppliant knee;
When on the bed of death I lie,
By him who did for sinners die,
Do thou remember me.

4. O Lady, by the stars that make
A glory round thy head;
And by the pure uplifted hands,
That for thy children plead;
When at the judgement-seat I stand,
And my dread Saviour see;
When waves of night around me roll
And hell is raging for my soul;
O then remember me.