"And the Lord God said to the serpent, I will put enmities between thee and the woman,
and thy seed and her Seed: she shall crush thy head."--Gen. iii. 14
and thy seed and her Seed: she shall crush thy head."--Gen. iii. 14
O Mother, I could weep for mirth, Joy fills my heart so fast; My soul today is heaven on earth, Oh could the transport last! Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! | Conceived, conceived Immaculate! Oh what a joy for thee! Conceived, conceived Immaculate! Oh greater joy for me! Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! |
When Jesus looks upon thy face, His heart with rapture glows, And in the Church, by His sweet grace, Thy blessed worhip grows. Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! | It is this thought today that lifts My happy heart to heaven, That for our sakes thy choicest gifts To thee, dear Queen, were given. Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! |
The angels answer with their songs, Bright choirs in gleaming rows; And saints flock round thy feet in throngs, And heaven with bliss o'erflows. Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! | Oh, blessed be the Eternal Son Who joys to call thee Mother; And lets poor men, by sin undone, For thy sake call Him brother. Chorus: I think of thee, and what thou art, Thy majesty, thy state; And I keep singing in my heart-- Immaculate! Immaculate! |
"Blessed be the Holy and Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary."
(300 days indulgence each time)
(300 days indulgence each time)
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