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- O purest of creatures,
Sweet Mother, sweet Maid;
The one spotless womb
Wherein Jesus was laid.
Dark night hath come down
On us, Mother, and we
Look out for thy shining,
Sweet Star of the sea.
- Deep night bath come down,
On this rough-spoken world,
And the banners of darkness,
Are boldly unfurled;
And the tempest-tossed Church,
All her eyes are on thee,
They look to thy shining,
Sweet Star of the Sea.
- He gazed on thy soul,
It was spotless and fair,
For the empire of sin,
It had never been there;
None ever had owned thee,
Dear Mother but He,
And He blest thy clear shining,
Sweet Star of the sea.
- Earth gave Him one lodging,
‘Twas deep in thy breast,
And God found a home where
The sinner finds nest;
His home and his hiding-place,
Both were in thee,
He was won by thy shining,
Sweet Star of the sea.
- Oh blissful and calm,
Was the wonderful rest,
That thou gavest thy God,
In thy virginal breast;
For the heaven he left,
He found heaven in thee,
And he shone in thy shining,
Sweet Star of the sea.