Hail! all Hail! great Queen of Heaven, Hail sweet Notre Dame de Lourde, Neath whose care our weary exile, Is from countless ills secured. Then let men and angels praise thee, Fount of grace to all assured, While in gladsome strains we are singing, Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde. Blessed thou above all others, Mary Mistress of the Spheres, Star of hope, serenely beaming Through this darksome vale of tears. Then let men and angels praise thee, Fount of grace to all assured, While in gladsome strains we are singing, Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde. Happy angels joy to own thee, O'er their choirs exalted high, Throned in blissful light and beauty, Empress of the starry sky. Then let men and angels praise thee, Fount of grace to all assured, While in gladsome strains we are singing, Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde. As the fount is still unsealing Its pure treasures softly fair, May each drop be fraught with healing, Dearest mother, at thy prayer. Then let men and angels praise thee, Fount of grace to all assured, While in gladsome strains we are singing, Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde Hail! sweet Notre Dame de Lourde.
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