1 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,
Look out for thy shining, Sweet Star of the Sea,
Sweet Star of the Sea.

2 Deep night hath come down on this rough-spoken world,
And the banners of darkness are boldly unfurl'd;
And the tempest-toss'd Church, all her eyes are on thee;
They look for thy shining, Sweet Star of the Sea,
They look for thy shining, Sweet Star of the Sea,
Sweet Star of the Sea.

3 Oh! blissful and calm was the wonderful rest
That thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast;
For the heaven He left He found heaven in thee;
And He shone in thy shining, Sweet Star of the Sea.

3 Oh! shine on us brighter than ever, then shine!
For the primest of honors, dear Mother! is thine;
"Conceived without sin," thy new title shall be,
Clear light from thy birth-spring, Sweet Star of the Sea.