O heart of Mary, pure and fair,
And free from sin’s domain,
In Adam’s fall you had no share,
In you there is no stain.
As some fair lily grown in thorns,
Your heart so full of grace
With spotless purity adorns
Our sinful fallen race.
The Heart of Christ, by God’s decree,
Was formed beneath your heart;
We long to love you just as He,
In your love give us part.
You kept His words within your heart
And gave them veneration;
Give us the grace which they impart;
Give us their consolation.