In the solemn night, her grace does shine,
Mother Mary, pure and divine,
With every prayer, with every plea,
She stands beside, eternally free.

Through trials and sorrow, she whispers calm,
Her gentle touch, a healing balm,
In moments dark, when hope seems lost,
Her love restores, no matter the cost.

Oh Mother Mary, beacon so bright,
Your presence turns the darkest night,
With open arms, you welcome all,
From every corner, every call.

Guide us softly, with your light,
Protect us through the endless night,
And in your warmth, we find our way,
To brighter dawns and peaceful days.