When evening shades are falling
 O'er Ocean's sunny sleep, 
To pilgrims' hearts recalling 
  Their home beyond the deep;
When rest o'er all descending,
  The shores with gladness smile,
And lutes, their echoes blending, 
  Are heard from isle to isle,
Then, Mary, Star of the Sea,
We pray, we pray to thee! 

The noon-day tempest over,
  Now Ocean toils no more,
And wings of halcyons hover,
  Where all was strife before.
Oh thus may life, in closing
  Its short tempestuous day,
Beneath heaven's smile reposing,
  Shine all its storms away:
Thus, Mary, Star of the Sea,
We pray, we pray, to thee!