Song: Star of the Morning

Mary Immaculate, star of the morning,
Chosen before the creation began,
Chosen to bring in the light of your dawning,
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.

Here, in this world of both shadow and sadness
Veiling your splendour, the course you have run:
Now you are throned in all glory and gladness,
Crowned by the hand of your Saviour and Son.

Sinners, we worship your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead:
Grant us the shield of your sov’reign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.

Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod:
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.

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Hymn from the Saturday memorial to the Blessed Virgin Mary
Music by Rob Allaert

Star of the Morning