Mother of Mercy.
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 sea-shore
Thongh poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be;
In darkest hours, who does not know
That all is light with love of thee?
Ah, little know they of thy worth
Who would thy love deny to me;
For what did Jesus love on earth
One-half so tenderly as thee?
Oh, gain me grace to love thee more;
Thy Son will give if thou wilt plead:
And, Mother, when life's cares are o'er.
Oh, I shall love thee then indeed.
My Lord, when His three hours were run,
Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me;
And oh, how can I love thy Son,
Sweet Mother, if I love not thee?
Faith of our Fathers.
Faith of our fathers! living still,
In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
Whene'er we hear that glorious word!
