48. Mary, our Mother, Reigns on High

O vision bright!
The land of light
Beams goldenly beyond the sky!
'Mid heavenly fires,
'Bove angel-choirs,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

O vision bright!
The Father's might
All round His daughter's throne doth lie;
Where, in the balm
Of endless calm,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

O vision briii'lit!
The eternal light
Of the clear Son may we descry;
Where, brighter far
Than moon or star,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high,

O vision bright!
In softest flight
The Dove around His Spouse doth fly;
Where, in that height
Of matchless light,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high,

O vision bright!
Angels' delight!
The Mother sits with Jesus nigh:
Her form Pie bears,
Her look He wears;
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

O vision bright!
O dearest sight!
God, with His Mother's face and eye!
Where by His side.
All glorified,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on liigh.

O vision bright!
Lifers darkest night
Is fair as dawn when thou art nigh;
Where, 'mid the throng
Of psalm and song,
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high.

O vision bright I
O land of light!
Thou art our home beyond the sky j
'Tis grand to see
How gloriously
Mary, our Mother, reigns on high*