Queen of the Holy Rosary
(Regina Sacratissimi Rosarii)
Queen of the Holy Rosary, | Oh, 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 honor | Buds white, and red, and gold.
Queen of the Holy Rosary, | The pray’r with pow’r divine,
Whose beads of joy and sorrow | Blend Jesus’ life with thine.
Thy soul was His fair garden, | Thy virgin breast His throne,
Thy thoughts His faithful mirror, | Reflecting Him alone.
Queen of the Holy Rosary, | True radiancy of love,
What splendor and what glory | Surround thy court above!
By thy most tender pity, | O Queen of grace untold,
Accept our mystic off’ring, | Of buds white, red, and gold.
(orig. 1882 text by E. M. Shapcote; ed. by Fr. C. Rossini)