Oh Most Blessed Virgin,
Star of David, Morning Star,
Hear the Cry of your People,
And be thou not too far.
He saw most fit once before,
That your presence would announce,
The coming of Our Savoir,
And His Sorrow in the Mount.
Come once again Mother most pure,
Star of the morning’s first light,
That your people's suffering,
May soon cease upon your sight.
Not Our Lords name used in vain,
Nor self-righteous pharisees,
Will peace bring the Church once more,
Like your sweet image with our King.