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O Mother blest, whom God bestows
on sinners and on just,
what joy, what hope thou givest those
who in thy mercy trust.
Thou art clement, thou art chaste,
Mary, thou art fair;
of all mothers sweetest, best;
none with thee compare.
O heavenly mother, mistress sweet!
It never yet was told
that suppliant sinner left thy feet
unpitied, unconsoled.
Thou art clement, thou art chaste,
Mary, thou art fair;
of all mothers sweetest, best;
none with thee compare.
O mother pitiful and mild,
cease not to pray for me;
for I do love thee as a child,
and sigh for love of thee.
Thou art clement, thou art chaste,
Mary, thou art fair;
of all mothers sweetest, best;
none with thee compare.
Most powerful mother, we all know
thy Son denies thee nought;
thou askest, wishes it, and lo!
His power thy will hath wrought.
Thou art clement, thou art chaste,
Mary, thou art fair;
of all mothers sweetest, best;
none with thee compare.
O mother blest, for me obtain
ungrateful though I be,
to love that God who first could deign
to show such love for me.
Thou art clement, thou art chaste,
Mary, thou art fair;
of all mothers sweetest, best;
none with thee compare.
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8 6 8 6 r 7 5 7 5
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1994 | # 544 |
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