40. Sine Labe Originali Concepta

The day, the happy day is dawning,
The glorious feast of Mary's chiefest praise,
That brightens, like a second morning,
The clouded evening of these latter days.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

High up, the realm of angels ringeth
With hymns of triumph to its mortal Queen,
While earth its song of welcome singeth
In every shady grove and valley green.
O every clune! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

Hail Queen, whose life is just beginning,
Thrice welcome. Mother of a fallen race!
The sinless come to save the sinning,
Thyself the chosen aqueduct of grace!
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

Immaculate! O dear exemption!
A spotless soul for God, entire and free,
Redeemed with such a choice redemption,
Angel nor saint can share the praise with thee,
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

O Virgin brighter than the brightest
'Mid all the beauteous throngs that shine above
O maiden wliitcr than the whitest
Of lily flowers in Eden's sacred grove!
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

Chief miracle of God's compassion,
Choice mirror of His burning holiness,
Whose heart His mercy deigned to fashion
Far more than Eve's sad ruin to redress.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation I

Earth's cities! let your bells be reeling,
And all your temple-gates wide open fling,
With banners flying, cannon pealing,
The blessed Queen of our Redemption sing.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!

See! Mary comes! O jubilation!
She comes with love to cheer a guilty race;
O triumph, triumph, all creation!
O Christians! triumph in redeeming grace.
O every clime! O every nation!
Praise, praise the God of our salvation!