Memorial of the Queenship of Mary

Queenship of Mary

Sing, Sing, Ye Angel Bands

Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands,
All beautiful and bright;
For higher still and higher,
Thru fields of starry light,
Mary, your Queen, Ascends, Ascends,
Like the sweet moon at night.

Oh happy angels! look,
How beautiful she is!
See! Jesus bears her up,
Her hand is locked in His;
Oh, who can tell the height, the height,
Of that fair Mother’s bliss?

And shall I lose thee then,
Lose my sweet right to thee,
Ah no – the angels’ Queen
Man’s Mother still will be,
And thou upon thy throne
Wilt keep thy love for me.

On – through the countless stars
Proceeds the bright array,
And Love Divine comes forth
To light her on her way
Through the short gloom of night
Into celestial day.

Hark! hark! through highest heaven
What sounds of mystic mirth,
Mary by God proclaimed
Queen of Immaculate Birth,
And diademed with stars
The lowliest of the earth.

See, see, the Eternal Hands
Put on her radiant crown,
And the sweet Majesty
Of Mercy sitteth down
For ever and for ever
On her predestined throne.

[Rev. F.W. Faber] Traditional
Taken from the St. Basil’s Hymnal, 1953


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