O QUEEN OF THE HOLY ROSARY

A HYMN FOR THE 17TH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

O Queen of the Holy Rosary,

O bless us as we pray,

And offer thee our roses 

in garlands day by day,

While from our Father’s garden,

with loving hearts and bold,

We gather to thine honour

buds white and red and gold.

O Queen of the Holy Rosary,

each myst’ry blends with thine

The sacred life of Jesus

in ev’ry step divine.

Thy soul was his fair garden,

thy virgin breast his throne,

Thy thoughts his faithful mirror,

reflecting him alone.

Sweet Lady of the Rosary,

white roses let us bring,

And lay them round thy footstool,

before our Infant King.

For, resting in thy bosom,

God’s Son was fain to be

The Child of thine obedience

and spotless purity.

Dear Lady of the Rosary,

red roses we cast down,

And let thy fingers weave them

into a worthy crown.

For how can we, poor sinners,

do aught but weep with thee,

When in thy train we follow

our God to Calvary.

O Queen of the Holy Rosary,

we share thy joy and pain,

And long to see the glory

of Christ’s triumphant reign.

Oh, teach us, holy Mary,

to live each mystery,

And gain by patient suff’ring

the glory won by thee.