Anthems of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Star of the Sea
- Mary Immaculate, Star of the Morning
- Mother of Mercy, Day by Day
- O Purest of Creatures – Sweet Star of the Sea
- The Virgin (Our Tainted Nature’s Solitary Boast)
- Immaculate Mary
- Macula Non Est in Te (Canticles 4:7)
- Mother of Our Lord and Saviour (Te Redemptoris Dominique Nostri)
- Sweet Morn Thou Parent of the Sun (Nativity of the B.V.M)
- Assumpta Maria Est
- Mary, Our Mother, Reigns on High (Regina Angelorum)
- Memorare
- Daily, Daily, Sing to Mary
- Hail Holy Queen
- O Sanctissima
- Ave Maria (Arcadelt)
- Queen of the Holy Rosary
- Bring Flowers of the Rarest
- On this Day, O Beautiful Mother
- Mother Dearest, Mother Fairest
- Mother, Dear, O Pray for Me
(A continuing problem of corruption in the arrangement of this page’s assets, seems to be evidence of spiritual warfare.)
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| F. W. Weatherell (1915) | Liebster Immanuel Harmonization by J.S. Bach (1685-1750) |
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| 1. Mary Immaculate, Star of the Morning, Chosen before the cre- ation began, Chosen to bring, in the light of thy dawning, Woe to the serpent and res_-cue to man: |
4. Frail is our nature and strict our probation, Watchful the foe that would lure us to wrong; Succor our souls in the hour of temptation, Mary Immaculate, ten_-der and strong. |
| 2. Here in an orbit of shadow and sadness, Veiling thy splendor, thy course thou hast run; Now thou art throned in all glory and gladness, Crowned by the hand of thy Sav_-iour and Son. |
5. See how the wiles of the serpent assail us, See how we waiver and flinch in the fight: Let thine immaculate merit avail us, Make of our weakness a proof_ of thy might. |
| 3. Sinners, we worship thy sinless perfection; Fallen and weak, for thy pity we plead; Grant us the shield of thy sov’reign protection; Measure thine aid by the depth_ of our need. |
6. Bend from thy throne at the note of our crying, Bend to this earth which thy footsteps have trod: Stretch out thine arms to us living and dying, Mary Immaculate Mo_-ther of God. |
Worship (“worthy-ship”) is best interpreted as “give esteem”. We give adoration, latria, to God alone, we give veneration, dulia, worship, to the Saints–I have seen a stained glass window of John Calvin in Westminster Presbyterian by the California State Capitol–and we give extreme veneration, hyperdulia, to the Blessed Virgin Mary as the creature of God of greater dignity and holiness than all others, angels or men.
Iconoclasts blur these distinctions between the several gradations of piety, despite Adonai’s command to hear Him from between the images of angels on the ark of the covenant (Exodus 25:22), and Adonai’s command (Numbers 21:6-9) to set up brass serpents on a pole to be viewed by the people for a cure from the plague punishment for their faithlessness, to which Jesus seems to be referring about Himself in John 12:32 when He says “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all things to myself.”.
Most people who feel scruples that our attention to Mary should not detract from the glory of Jesus, take no account, that it is His own will that we begin our efforts at properly humbling ourselves before Him, by first humbling ourselves to her.
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| Fr. Frederick W. Faber, 1851 | Traditional Melody, Catholic Church Hymnal with Music, 1905, p. 171 |
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| 1. Mother of Mercy, day by day My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strewn upon my way, Like sands upon the great seashore; Like sands upon the great seashore. |
4. They know but little of thy worth Who speak these heartless words of thee; For what did Jesus love on earth, One half so tenderly as thee? One half so tenderly as thee? |
| 2. Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be, When times are worst, who does not know, Darkness is light with love of thee? Darkness is light with love of thee? |
5. Get me the grace to love thee more; Jesus will give if thou wilt plead; And, Mother, when life’s cares are o’er, Oh, I shall love thee then indeed; Oh, I shall love thee then indeed. |
| 3. But scornful men have coldly said Thy love was leading me from God; And yet in this I did but tread, The very path my Saviour trod; The very path my Saviour trod. |
6. Jesus, when His three hours were run, Bequeathed thee from the Cross to me; And Oh, how can I love thy Son, Sweet Mother, if I love not thee? Sweet Mother, if I love not thee? |
St. Bernard says: “Mary had no fault of her own, and far from her most innocent heart was repentance.” Of what could the heart of Mary repent when she had never admitted into it anything worthy of penance? Therefore, her pure heart was not the haunt of the devil, nor the sepulcher of vice. Rather, it was a garden and a paradise of the Holy Ghost, according to that word of the Canticle of Canticles: “A garden enclosed is my Sister, my Spouse.”
“A garden,” says St. Jerome, “a garden of delights, in which were planted the seeds of all virtues, and the perfume of virtue.” St. Bonaventure, Psalter of the Blessed Virgin Mary
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| Fr. Frederick William Faber, (1814-1863) | St. Denio |
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| 1. O purest of creatures, sweet Mother! sweet Maid! The one spotless womb wherein Jesus was laid! Dark night hath come down on us, Mother! And we, Look out for thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
6. To sinners what comfort, to angels what mirth, That God found one creature un- fallen on earth, One spot where His Spirit, un- troubled could be, The depth of thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
| 2. Deep night has come down on this rough-spoken world, &-the banners of darkness are boldly unfurled; &-the tempest tossed Church— all her eyes are on thee, They look to thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
7. O shine on us brighter than even, then shine, For-the highest of honours, dear Mother! Is thine; “Conceived without sin,” thy chaste title e’re be, Clear light from thy birth-spring, sweet Star of the Sea! |
| 3. He gazed on thy soul; it was spotless and fair; For-the empire of sin—it had never been there; None had ever owned thee, dear Mother! but He, And-He blessed thy clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
8. So worship we God in these rude latter days; So worship we Jesus our Love, when we praise, His wonderful grace in the gifts He gave thee, The gift of clear shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
| 4. Earth gave Him one lodging; ‘twas deep in thy breast, And God found a home where the sinner finds rest; His home and His hiding place both were in thee, He-was won by thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea. |
9. Deep night hath come down on us, Mother! Deep night, And-we need more than ever the guide of thy light; For-the darker the night is the brighter should be, Thy beautiful shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
| 5. O blissful and calm was the wonderful rest, That-thou gavest thy God in thy virginal breast; For-the heaven He left, He found heaven in thee, And-He shone in thy shining, sweet Star of the Sea! |
Amen. |
The Blessed Virgin said of her Bridegroom at the instant of the Incarnation, “He brought me into the cellar of wine.” The saints who comment on this passage tell us that each of our souls, like hers, must descend with him into that cellar where he will say, “Eat, O my friends, and drink, and be inebriated, my dearly beloved.” The saints refer to this as a definite, necessary stage in the spiritual life. Without it, there is no progress toward the Kingdom of Heaven, which is the only goal of the Catholic life, whose only language is music–the etymological root of which means “silence,” as in “mute” and “mystery.” Music is the voice of silence, and so it follows that to enter with Our Beloved Lord into that prayer of quiet and to pray to Our Blessed Lady that He might lead us there, we must learn to speak that language too, that is, we must know music and especially the music of words which is poetry. – John Senior, The Restoration of Christian Culture
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| Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied. Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature’s solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon |
Before her wane begins on heaven’s blue coast; Thy image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mixed and reconciled in thee Of mother’s love with maiden purity, Of high with low, celestial with terrene! |
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| Fr. Jean Gaignet (1839 – 1914) |
Lourdes Hymn |
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| 1. Immaculate Mary, your praises we sing. You reign now in Heaven with Jesus our King. |
7. Most blest of all women, you heard and believed, most blest in the Fruit of your womb then conceived (Chorus) |
| Chorus Ave, Ave, Ave, Maria! Ave, Ave, Ave, Maria! |
8. The angels rejoiced when you brought forth God’s Son, your joy is the joy of all ages to come. (Chorus) |
| 2. In Heaven the blessed your glory proclaim; on earth we your children in- voke your sweet name. (Chorus) |
9. Your child is the Saviour, all hope lies in Him: He gives us new life and re- deems us from sin. (Chorus) |
| 3. We pray for our mother, the Church upon earth, And bless, Holy Mary, the land of our birth. (Chorus) |
10. In grief and temptation, in joy and in pain, we turn to you, Mary, your favor to gain. (Chorus) |
| 4. We pray for God’s glory, may His kingdom come. We pray for His vicar, our father in Rome! (Chorus) |
11. Your name is our power, your virtues our light, your love is our comfort, your pleading our might. (Chorus) |
| 5. Predestined for Christ by e- ternal decree, God willed you both virgin and mother to be. (Chorus) |
12. In glory for ever now close to your Son, all ages will praise you for all God has done. (Chorus) |
| 6. To you by an angel, the Lord God made known, the grace of the Spirit, the gift of the Son. (Chorus) |
Amen. |
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| Canticle of Canticles (Song of Solomon) 4:7. | The Catholic Youth’s Hymn Book (1871). |
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| 1) Daughter of a mighty father, Maiden patron of the May; Angel forms around thee, gather, Macula non est in te (×5). |
4) Daughter, Mother, Spouse of Heaven, listen to our earnest lay, sweetest gift to man e’er given: Macula non est in te (×5). |
| 2) Mother of the Son and Saviour Of the Truth, the Life, the Way; Guide our footsteps, calm our passion, Macula non est in te (×5). |
5) Here on earth we see but darkly, But we hail afar the day, When we’ll see thee in thy splendor, Macula non est in te (×5). |
| 3) Spouse of the Eternal Spirit, Blossom which will ne’er decay, Let us but thy love inherit, Macula non est in te (×5). |
6) We are earth’s, O thou who blossom, Lily in the thorny way, Guide and help us, love and bless us, Macula non est in te (×5) |
(Canticle of Canticles 6:3,9)
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| 1. Mother of our Lord and Saviour, First in beauty as in power! Glory of the Christian nations! Ready help in trouble’s hour! |
2. Though the gates of hell against us, With profoundest fury rage; Though the ancient foe assault us, And his fiercest battle wage; |
| 3. Naught can hurt the pure in spirit, Who upon thine aid rely; At thy hand secure of gaining, Strength and mercy from on high. |
4. Safe beneath thy mighty shelter, Though a thousand hosts combine, All must fall or flee before us, Scattered by an arm divine. |
| 5. Firm as once on holy Sion, David’s tow-er reared its height; With a glorious rampart girded, And with glist’ning armor bright: |
6. So the’Al-migh-ty Virgin Mother, Stands in strength for evermore; From satanic hosts defending, All who her defence implore. |
| 7. Through the long unending ages, Blessed Trinity to Thee! Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Praise and perfect glory be. |
Amen. |
| 3. Pulchra es, amica mea; suavis, et decora sicut Jerusalem; terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata. | 3 Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array. |
| 9 Quæ est ista quæ progreditur quasi aurora consurgens, pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol, terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata? | 9 Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array? |
Sweet Morn Thou Parent of the Sun (New York, Catholic Hymn Book, Edward Dunigan and Brother, 1851), arranged to Kingsfold (the theme of Five Variants of Dives and Lazarus by Ralph Vaughan Williams)
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| Fr. Frederick W. Faber | Fr. Charles Raymond-Barker, S.J. |
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| 1. Sing, sing, ye Angel Bands, All beautiful and bright; For higher still, and higher, Through fields of starry light, Mary, your Queen, ascends, Like the sweet moon at night. |
2. A fairer flower than she, On earth hath never been; And, save the Throne of God, Your heavens have never seen, A wonder half so bright, As your ascending Queen! |
| 3. O happy Angels! look, How beautiful she is! See! Jesus bears her up, Her hand is locked in His; O who can tell the height Of that fair Mother’s bliss? |
4. And shall I lose thee then, Lose my sweet right to thee? Ah! no—the Angel’s Queen, Man’s mother still will be, And thou, upon thy throne, Wilt keep thy love for me. |
| 5. On then, dear Pageant, on! Sweet music breathes around; And love like dew distills, On hearts in rapture bound; The Queen of heaven goes up, To be proclaimed and crowned! |
6. On—through the countless stars, Proceeds the bright array; And Love Divine comes forth, To light her on her way, Through the short gloom of night, Into celestial day. |
| 7. The Eternal Father calls, His daughter to be blessed; The Son His Maiden-Mother, Woos unto His Breast; The Holy Ghost His spouse, Beckons into her rest. |
8. Swifter and swifter grows, That marvelous flight of love, As though her heart were drawn, More vehemently above: While jubilant angels part, A pathway for the Dove! |
| 9. Hark! hark! through highest heaven, What sounds of mystic mirth! Mary by God proclaimed, Queen of Immaculate Birth, And diademed With stars, The lowliest of the earth! |
10. See! see! the Eternal Hands Put on her radiant crown, And the sweet Majesty, Of Mercy sitteth down, For ever and for ever, On her predestined throne! Amen. |
Mary, Our Mother, Reigns on High
(Regina Angelorum)
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| Fr. Frederick W. Faber | J.C. Bowen |
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| 1) O vision bright! The land of light Beams goldenly be- yond the sky; ‘Mid heav’n-ly fires, O’er angel choirs, Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
5) O vision bright! An- gels’ delight! The Mother sits with Jesus nigh: Her form He bears, Her look He wears; Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
| 2) O vision bright! The Father’s might All round His daughter’s throne doth lie; Where, in the balm Of endless calm, Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
6) O vision bright! Life’s darkest night Is fair as dawn when thou art nigh; Where, ‘mid the throng Of psalm and song, Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
| 3) O vision bright! The’e- ternal light Of the dear Son may we descry; Where, brighter far Than moon or star, Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
7) O vision bright! O land of light! Thou art our home be- yond the sky: Tis grand to see How gloriously Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
| 4 ) O vision bright! In softest flight, The Dove around His Spouse doth fly; Where, in that height Of matchless light, Mary, our Mother, reigns on high. |
Amen. |
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me. Amen.
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| 1. Remember, Holy Mary, ‘Twas never heard or known That any one who sought thee And implored with piteous moan, That any one who hastened For shelter to thy care, Was ever yet abandoned And left to his despair. |
2. And so to thee, my Mother, With filial faith I call, For Jesus dying gave thee As Mother to us all. To thee, O Queen of virgins, O Mother meek, to thee I run with trustful fondness, Like child to mother’s knee. |
| 3. See at thy feet a sinner, Groaning and weeping sore Ah! Throw thy mantle o’er me, And let me stray no more. Thy Son has died to save me, And from His throne on high His heart this moment yearneth For even such as I. |
4. All, all His love remember, And oh! Remember too How prompt I am to purpose, How slow and frail to do. Yet scorn not my petitions, But patiently give ear, And help me, O my Mother, Most loving and most dear. Amen. |
Domine, non est. The prophet’s humility. [1] Lord, my heart is not exalted: nor are my eyes lofty. Neither have I walked in great matters, nor in wonderful things above me. [2] If I was not humbly minded, but exalted my soul: As a child that is weaned is towards his mother, so reward in my soul. [3] Let Israel hope in the Lord, from henceforth now and for ever. – Psalm 130
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| St. Casimir (1458-1484); Translator: Henry Bittleston. |
Omni Die (Trier). |
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| 1. Daily, daily sing to Mary; Sing, my soul, her praises due. All her glorious actions cherish, With the heart’s devotion true. Lost in wond’ring contemplation, Be her majesty confessed! Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest! |
2. She is mighty in her pleading, Tender in her loving care; Ever watchful, understanding, All our sorrows she will share. Advocate and loving mother, Mediatrix of all grace: Heaven’s blessings she dispenses On our sinful human race. |
| 3. Sing, my tongue, the Virgin’s honors, Who for us her Maker bore, For the curse of old inflicted, Peace and blessings to restore. Sing in songs of praise unending, Sing the world’s majestic Queen; Weary not nor faint in telling All the gifts that earth has seen. |
4. All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth. Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin’s priceless worth. Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongues of eloquence, That can utter hymns befitting All her matchless excellence? |
| 5. All our graces flow through Mary; All then join her praise to sing: Fairest work of all creation, Mother of creation’s King. Sing in songs of peace unending, Call upon her lovingly: Seat of wisdom, Gate of heaven, Morning star upon the sea. |
Amen. |
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| 1. Hail, holy Queen enthroned above, O Maria! Hail, Mother of Mercy and of Love, O Maria! Refrain |
Triumph, all ye cherubim, Sing with us, ye seraphim! Heav’n and earth resound the hymn: Salve, salve, salve, Regina! |
| 2. Our life, our sweetness here below, O Maria! Our hope in sorrow and in woe, O Maria! Refrain |
3. As exiles all to you we cry, O Maria! Come, soothe with hope our misery. O Maria! Refrain |
| 4. Turn then, most gracious advocate, O Maria! T’ward us your eyes compassionate, O Maria! Refrain |
5. O gentle, loving, holy one, O Maria! Make us each day more like your Son, O Maria! Refrain |
| 6. And when from death to life we’ve passed, O Maria! Show us your Son, our Lord, at last, O Maria! Refrain |
Amen. |
O Sanctissima
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1) O sanctissima, o piissima, |
1) O most holy, o most loving,
sweet Virgin Mary! Beloved Mother, undefiled, pray, pray for us. 2) You are solace and refuge, Virgin Mother Mary. Whatever we wish, we hope it through you; pray, pray for us. 3) Look, we are weak and deeply deplorable; save us, o Mary! Take away our lassitude, heal our pains; pray, pray for us. 4)Virgin, look at us, Mother, care for us; hear us, o Mary! You bring divine medicine; pray, pray for us. |
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| A-ve Ma-ri__-a. Gra-ti-a ple_-na. Do-mi-nus te_-cum, Do_-mi_-nus_ te-cum. Be_-ne-di-cta tu, Be-ne-di-cta tu in mu_-li_-e-ri-bus. Et be-ne-dic_-ctus, Fruc-tus ven_-tris tu_i_, Je-sus. San-cta Ma-ri-a, Ma_-ter De__-i. O-ra pro no_-bis, Pe_-ca-to___-ri-bus, Nunc_ et in ho_ra, Mor___-tis, No_-strae. A-men. |
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To the Queen of the Holy Rosary
O Queen of the most holy Rosary, in these times of brazen impiety, show again they power, with the signs which accompanied thy victories of old, and from the throne where thou art seated, dispensing pardon and grace, in pity watch over the Church of thy Son, His Vicar, and every order of the clergy and laity, suffering in grievous warfare. Hasten, O most powerful destroyer of heresy, hasten the hour of mercy seeing that the hour of judgment is daily challenged by innumerable offences. Obtain for me, the lowest of men, kneeling suppliant in thy presence, the grace which may enable me to live a just life on earth, and reign with the just in Heaven, whilst with the faithful throughout the world, O Queen of the most holy Rosary, I salute thee and cry out: Queen of the most holy Rosary, pray for us! Amen.Click the ▶ Button to sing the prayer (key for Women), or play the song in a New Window ⧉
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| Victor Hammerel | Catholic Church hymnal with music (1905) #114, p. 162 |
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| 1. Queen of the Holy Rosary, O bless us as we pray, And offer thee our roses, In gar_-lands day by day; While from our Father’s garden, With loving hearts and bold, We gather to thine ho_-nor, Buds white and red and gold. |
2. Queen of-the Holy Rosary! Each myst’ry blends with thine, The sacred life of Jesus, In ev’ry_ step divine. Thy soul was His fair garden, Thy virgin breast His throne, Thy thoughts His faithful mirror, Re- flecting Him alone. |
| 3. Sweet Lady of the Rosary, White roses let us bring, And lay them round thy footstool, Be- fore our_ Infant King. For nesting in thy bosom, God’s Son was fain to be, The child of thy o-be-di_-ence, And spotless purity.Queen of the Holy Rosary! What radiancy of love, What splendor and what glory, Sur-round thy court above! Oh, in thy tender pity, Dear source of love untold, Re- fuse not this our offering, Our flowers, white, red, and gold. |
Amen. |
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| 1. Bring flow’rs of the fairest, Bring flow’rs of the rarest, From garden and woodland And hillside and vale; Our full hearts are swelling, Our Glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale. |
Refrain: O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May, O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May. |
| 2. Our voices ascending, In harmony blending, Oh! Thus may our hearts turn Dear Mother, to thee; Oh! Thus shall we prove thee How truly we love thee, How dark without Mary Life’s journey would be. Refrain |
3. O Virgin most tender, Our homage we render, Thy love and protection, Sweet Mother, to win; In danger defend us, In sorrow befriend us, And shield__ our hearts from con- tagion and sin. Refrain |
| 4. Of Mothers the dearest, Oh, wilt thou be nearest, When life with temptation Is darkly replete? Forsake us, O never! Our hearts be they ever As Pure as the lilies We lay at thy feet. Refrain. |
Amen. |
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| (CHORUS) On this day, O beautiful Mother, On this day we give thee our love. Near thee, Madonna, fondly we hover, Trusting thy gentle care to prove. |
1. On this day we ask to share, Dearest Mother, thy sweet care; Aid us ere our feet astray Wander from thy guiding way. (CHORUS) |
| 2. Queen of angels, deign to hear Lisping children’s humble prayer; Young hearts gain, O virgin pure, Sweetly to thyself allure. (CHORUS) |
3. Rose of Sharon, Lovely flow’r, Beauteous bud of eden’s bow’r; Cherished lily of the valley, Virgin Mother, Queen we hail. (CHORUS) |
| 4. Fast our days of life we run. Soon the night of death will come. Tow’r of strength in theat_ dread hour_, Come with al thy gen-tel pow’r. (CHORUS) |
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| 1. Mother dear, O pray for me, Whilst far from heaven and thee. I wander in a fragile bark, O’er life’s tempestuous sea. O Virgin Mother from thy throne So bright in bliss above, Protect thy child and cheer my path With thy sweet smile of love. Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care, Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share. |
2. Mother dear, O pray for me, Should pleasure’s siren lay E’en tempt thy child to wander far From virtue’s path away When thorns beset life’s devious way, And darkling waters flow Then, Mary did thy weeping child Thyself a mother show Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care, Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share. |
| 3. Mother dear, O Pray for me! When all looks bright and fair, That I may all my dangers see, For surely them ’tis near. A Mother’s prayer how much we need If prosperous be the ray That paints with gold the flowery mead, Which blossoms in our way. Mother dear remember me, And never cease thy care, Till in heaven eternally, Thy love and bliss I share. |
Amen. |