The Month of Mary

1 Snow and rain have vanished,
Winds have ceased to wail,
Winter now is banished,
Bright are hill and vale,
Gentle Mother, hear us
At thy altar pray;
Queen of Virgins, bless us
On this sweet May-day.
Gentle Mother, hear us
At thy altar pray,
Queen of Virgins, bless us
On this sweet May-day.

2 Spring hath come with flowers
Spring hath come with light,
Soft and rosy hours now
Fill the day and night,
Stars above us gleaming,
Tell of Mary's worth;
Blossoms round us teeming,
Speak her praise to earth.
Stars above us gleaming,
Tell of Mary's worth;
Blossoms round us teeming,
Speak her praise to earth.

3 Here below deserving,
She was found alone,
God, from sin preserving,
Chose her for His own.
Grace, as to none other,
Grace to her was given;
She became the Mother
Of the King of Heaven.

4 God bestowed upon her,
Glories all her own:
Earth's sublimest honor,
Heaven's queenly throne.
Taught by Him, we love her,
In our simple way,
Placing none above her
On this sweet May-day.


Source: Laudis Corona: the new Sunday school hymn book, containing a collection of Catholic hymns, arranged for the principal seasons and festivals of the year #106