O Queen of the Holy Rosary, O bless us as we pray, And offer thee our roses In garlands day by day, While from our Father's garden, With loving hearts and bold, We gather to thine honor Buds white and red and gold. O Queen of the Holy Rosary, Each myst'ry blends with thine The sacred life of Jesus In ev'ry step divine. Thy soul was His fair garden, Thy virgin breast His throne, Thy thoughts His faithful mirror, Reflecting Him alone. Sweet Lady of the Rosary, White roses let us bring, And lay them round thy footstool, Before our Infant King. For, resting in thy bosom, God's Son was fain to be The child of thy obedience And spotless purity. Dear Lady of the Rosary, red roses we cast down, And let thy fingers weave them into a worthy crown. For how can we, poor sinners, do aught but weep with thee, When in thy train we follow our God to Calvary. O Queen of the Holy Rosary, We share thy joy and pain, And long to see the glory Of Christ's triumphant reign. Oh, teach us holy Mary, To live each mystery, And gain by patient suff'ring The glory won by thee.