Queen Of Apostles O Mary We Hail Thee
Queen And Mother Of All Thou Art
And We Pour Sweet Praises Upon Thee
As They Rise From Our Loving Hearts
When They Reach Thee Beyound The Skies
Turn To Us Thy Merciful Eyes
Watch O’er Thy Children Our Queen And
Our Mother We To Thy Service Our Lives
Have Sworn Think Of Us Speak For Us
Work With Us Plead For Us Queen Of
Apostles Dear Star Or The Morn
Anthem
Let All Things Now Living, A Song Of Thanksgiving
To God The Creator, Triumphantly Raised
Who Fashioned And Made Us, Protected And Stayed Us Who Guided Us Unto The End Of Our Days
His Banners Are O’er Us His Light Goes Before Us A Pillar Of Fire Shining Forth In The Night
Till Shadows Have Vanished, And Darkness Is Banished
As Forward We Travel From Light Into Light.
His Law He Enforces, The Stars In Their Courses
The Sun In His Orbit, Obediently Shine
The Hills And The Mountains, The Rivers And Fountains
The Deeps Of The Ocean, Proclaim Him Divine
We Too Should Be Voicing, Our Love And Rejoicing
With Glad Adoration, A Song Let Us Raise
Till All Things Now Living, Unite In Thanksgiving
To God In The Highest, Hosanna And Praise.