At morn- at noon- at twilight dim-
 Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
 In joy and woe- in good and ill-
 Mother of God, be with me still!
 When the hours flew brightly by,
 And not a cloud obscured the sky,
 My soul, lest it should truant be,
 Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
 Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
 Darkly my Present and my Past,
 Let my Future radiant shine
 With sweet hopes of thee and thine!