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.