Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires; 
Hail whom the Court of heav'n admires; 
Thou art the Root whence our joys spring; 
The Gate that light to us didst bring; 
Heav'ns brightest Saints thy grace outshines; 
Thy Glory, all the Seraphins: 
Live, happy Favorite of Thy Son, 
And plead our cause at his dread Throne.
Hail Queen of Angels holy Quires;
written byJohn Austin
© John Austin


 



