O lily Lady of loveliness,
O tender-hearted, marvellous-eyed,
Bend from Thine aureate throne and bless
The lonely people and comfortless
At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide.
And bless the mighty and proud of mien,
The scornful folk that pity and pass,--
For they are lonely as none have been,
The proud that lack on whom to lean--
At Vespertide and Jesu-Mass.
And bless before Thou makest end
Both me and mine in sorrow and pride,
Where frankincense and prayer ascend
And kneeling lilies whisper and bend
At Jesu-Mass and Vespertide.