Jesu, with thee thy Mother pure
No pangs of childbirth did endure,
Exempt from sin's curst pow’r;
Grant that my heart, full-grown in love,
May burn towards thee, my God above,
Nor faint in trial’s hour!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, the spacious world was thine,
Yet, when thou wouldst thy head recline,
It scarce found room for thee;
And oh, shall sinful man be bent
On self-sought greatness, not content
With Christ-like poverty!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, to celebrate thy birth,
Bright Angels join in holy mirth,
With lowly shepherds nigh;
Make me, like them, my song to raise,
And chant the Angelic Hymn of praise,
Glory to God on high!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, my God and Saviour, thou
Didst, sinless, as a sinner, bow
To ordinance divine;
Restrain my loose and wandering eves,
Prune my self-will, and circumcise
This carnal heart of mine!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, to thee, the King of kings,
Brought earthly monarchs offerings,
And, falling low, adored;
For countless blessings from above,
What shall I give in proof of love?
Behold, myself, O Lord!
Hail Mary.
Jesus, on strict obedience bent,
To God thy parents thee present Tho’ free from legal bond;
Oh, make my heart, like theirs, upright,
That I may in thy law delight,
And to thy will respond!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, sweet fugitive, who fledst
From kingly Herod’s bloody quest
Thine infant life to slay;
Give me, O Lord, like modest care
To fly the world, when it speaks fair.
To steal thy grace away!
Hail Mary.
Jesu, when thee, with sorrowing mind,
Thy Mother sought, she joy’d to find,
Teaching in God’s own House;
Blest they who keep thee, free from sin,
Or, losing, can regain, within
The Church, thy mystic Spouse!
Hail Mary.
