Our Lady wept sweet tears of joy
When first she held her baby boy;
Her son, foretold by angel bright,
New dawn on earth of heaven’s light.
The time had come as well she knew,
The mighty power of God to show;
And Mary wept soft tears of light
In Cana, where the best wine flowed
There, she stood beneath the Cross,
Her lovely head on her bosom bowed;
And Mary’s tears fell one by one,
As she beheld her dying son.
God crowned her Queen, and now
Her tears, like raindrops fall,
Each one a healing, loving touch
On all her children, when they call
But all those tears were saved,
As if by miracle;
And God in wondrous mystery,
Made of her tears-- the Rosary.