Daily, daily, sing to Mary

Words: St.Bernard of Cluny (12th Century)
Music: Version of Maria zu lieben. Paderborn Gesangbuch, 1765

Daily, daily sing to Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due:
All her feasts, her actions worship,
With the heart's devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confessed:
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest.

She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly;
When the tempest rages 'round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of heaven she has given,
Noble Lady, to our race;
Sh the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the lights of God's own grace.

Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,
Who for us her Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing in songs of praise unending,
Sing the world's majestic Queen;
Weary not, nor fail in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.

All my senses, heart, affections,
Strive to sound her glory forth;
Spread abroad the sweet memorials
Of the Virgin's priceless worth:
Where the voice of music thrilling.
Where the tongue of eloquence,
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?