O Purest of Creatures

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!
Sweet Star of the Sea, sweet Star of the Sea.
Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
Deep night hath 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!
Sweet Star of the Sea, sweet Star of the Sea.
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!
Sweet Star of the Sea, sweet Star of the Sea.
And He blest thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
Earth gave Him one lodging; t’was deep in thy breast,
And God found a home where the sinner finds rest;
His home and His hiding-place both were in thee,
He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!
Sweet Star of the Sea, sweet Star of the Sea.
He was won by thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea!