A little pair of rosary beads, as plain as plain can be,
but only God in heaven knows how dear they are to me.
I have them always with me at every step I take,
in bright and cloudy weather, in sunshine or in rain,
in happiness or sorrow, in pleasure or in pain.
It helps in my struggle, it reproves me when I sin,
its look of gentle patience rebukes the strife within.
In days of pain and anguish, the greatest help I knew
was to hold my rosary beads until I calmer grew.
So when the time approaches when I have to die,
I hope my rosary beads will close be at my side.
That the holy name of Jesus may be the last I say,
and kissing my rosary beads my soul may pass away.
Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.