Spiritual Walsingham Pilgrimage

The Walsingham Pilgrim Hymn

Tune: Lourdes

Sung during the Procession of the Image on Saturday evening

 

All glory to God in his mercy and grace  

Who hath established His Home in this wonderful place.             

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

All glory to Jesus our Saviour and Lord

Whose image within us by grace is restored.    

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

All glory to God in his Spirit Divine.  

Who hath fixed His abode in this poor soul of mine.

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Sing the praises of Mary, the Mother of God,                                   

Whose “Walsingham Way” countless pilgrims have trod.

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Then lift high your voices, rehearse the glad tale  

Of Our Lady’s appearing in Stiffkey’s fair vale.         

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

When Edward Confessor ruled over the land    

The Faverches’ Manor stood here nigh at hand.                                                                  

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

The Lady Richeldis devoted her care   

To good works and penance and worship and prayer.

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

One day as she prayed and looked up to the skies,  

A vision of splendour delighted her eyes.           

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Our Lady, God’s Mother, in glory arrayed,                                                          

Held a House in her arms which was clearly displayed.                                        

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

         

“Take note, my dear daughter, and build here a Shrine

As Nazareth’s home in this country of thine.”                                

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

“And the spot that I choose where the house shall arise

By a sign shall be plainly revealed to your eyes.”                            

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

The vision passed slowly away from her sight,       

 But her mind held the House in its length, breadth and height.             

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Bewildered she pondered this message so sweet,               

When a clear spring of water burst forth at her feet.

Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Bewildered no longer for this was the sign,                                                         

She vowed on this spot she would build such a shrine.                          

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

The finest materials her workmen could find                                             

She employed for this House she had fixed in her mind                         

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

But though she had given both timbers and lands,                

The power of the work lay in Mary’s own hands.                                                        

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And this was made clear when the work was complete          

By the answers to prayers poured out at her feet.                                               

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And soon mighty wonders by grace were revealed,                                    

For the sick who made use of the waters were healed.                                 

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

         

So Walsingham then came a place of great fame   

And Our Lady herself was called by this name.                                                                  

Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And many a pilgrim to the day of his death

Took the road once a year to “England’s Nazareth.” 

 Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

So crowded were roads that the stars, people say,   

That shine in the heavens were called “Walsingham Way.”                          

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And many the favours and graces bestowed                                                                  

On those who in faith took the pilgrimage road.                                                            

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

         

The Image of Mary with her Holy Son                                                                            

Was honoured and feted by everyone.                                                                  

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

The Canons and Friars built houses around                                                       

And the praises of God were a regular sound.                                                                      

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And Kings, Lords and commons their homage would pay      

And the burning tapers turned night into day.                                                           

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

But at last came a King who had greed in his eyes                          

And he lusted for treasure with fraud and with lies.                                              

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

The order went forth; and with horror ’twas learned              

That the Shrine was destroyed and the Image was burned.                 

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And here where God’s Mother had once been enthroned        

The souls that stayed faithful ‘neath tyranny groaned.                                    

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And this realm which had once been Our Lady’s own Dower         

Had its Church now enslaved by the secular power.                                     

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And so dark night fell on this glorious place                                              

Where of all former glories there hardly was trace.                                                   

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Yet a thin stream of pilgrims still walked the old way             

And hearts longed to see this night turned into day.                                      

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria! 

 

Till at last, when full measure of penance was poured,          

In her Shrine see the honour of Mary restored:                                                                  

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Again ‘neath her Image the tapers shine fair,                                                      

In her children’s endeavours past wrongs to repair.                                       

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Again in her House her due honour is taught:                                           

Her name is invoked, her fair graces besought:                                                         

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

And the sick and the maimed seek the pilgrimage way,         

And miraculous healing their bodies display.                                                                      

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!      

 

Oh Mother, give heed to the prayer of our heart,                              

That your glory from here never more may depart.                                                   

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!

 

Now to God the All-Father and Son, with due praise,                       

And life-giving Spirit, thanksgiving we raise.                                                                     

Ave Ave Ave Maria! Ave Ave Ave Maria!