Bring flowers of the rarest, bring blossoms the fairest, From garden and woodland and hillside and dale; Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest flower of the vale! Chorus O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today! Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May. O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May. Our voices ascending, in harmony blending, Oh, thus may our hearts turn dear Mother, to thee. Oh, thus shall we prove thee how truly we love thee. How dark, without Mary, life's journey would be. O Virgin most tender, our homage we render, Thy love and protection, sweet Mother, to win. In danger defend us, in sorrow befriend us, And shield our hearts from contagion and sin. Of mothers, the dearest, Oh, wilt thou be nearest, When life with temptation is darkly replete. Forsake us, O never, pure hearts be they ever, As pure as the lilies we lay at thy feet.