How can the heavy laden find reprieve,
When all o’er this life tis thick with sorrow
A beauty not of this world lights the eve;
Bright stars light the dark till it be morrow
What is a name that doth rise with the Sun,
Where the dawn’s maiden, as a lark, doth sing
Gone away the ache of mourning’s burden
Redeeming souls, unloading everything
Do you know the lady with crown of stars,
Filled with holy grace of universe wide
Hope springs from thy heart by faith, healing scars;
Protecting heights and guiding ocean tide
Blessed art thou who all our tears hath cried
In peril and in death our tears hath dried.