Jesu, the vir­gins’ crown, do Thou
Accept us as in pray­er we bow,
Born of that vir­gin whom alone
The mo­ther and the maid we own.

Amongst the li­lies Thou dost feed,
And thi­ther choirs of vir­gins lead,
Adorning all Thy chos­en brides
With glo­ri­ous gifts Thy love pro­vides.

And whi­ther, Lord, Thy foot­steps wend,
The vir­gins still with praise at­tend;
For Thee they pour their sweet­est song,
And af­ter Thee re­joic­ing throng.

O gra­cious Lord, we Thee im­plore
Thy grace on ev­ery sense to pour;
From all pol­lu­tion keep us free,
And make us pure in heart for Thee.

All praise to God the Fa­ther be,
All praise, eter­nal Son, to Thee,
Whom with the Spir­it we ado­re
For ev­er and for ev­er­more.