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II—Ave
Hail Mary, full of grace;
God's light is on thy face;
The air about thee still
Feels the ecstatic thrill
Of message born in God's own Heart for thee,
When first He bad the universe to be.
God's light is on thy face;
The air about thee still
Feels the ecstatic thrill
Of message born in God's own Heart for thee,
When first He bad the universe to be.
Hail Mary, full of grace!
High in thy lowly place
Thou waitest for the hour
Of God's magnific dower.
What virgin can be fellow unto her
Beneath whose heart the Holy One doth stir!
High in thy lowly place
Thou waitest for the hour
Of God's magnific dower.
What virgin can be fellow unto her
Beneath whose heart the Holy One doth stir!
Hail Mary, full of grace!
Thou lookest on His Face;
Thou holdest, blessed one,
Thy helpless, mighty Son:
Thou feedest from the fountain of thy breast
Him in whose care all worlds, all creatures rest.
Thou lookest on His Face;
Thou holdest, blessed one,
Thy helpless, mighty Son:
Thou feedest from the fountain of thy breast
Him in whose care all worlds, all creatures rest.
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Hail Mary, full of grace!
On Calvary thy place;
The sword hath pierced thee
Beneath His dreadful Tree;
Giver and Source of life, He hangs to-day
For Death and Hell to strike Him and to slay.
On Calvary thy place;
The sword hath pierced thee
Beneath His dreadful Tree;
Giver and Source of life, He hangs to-day
For Death and Hell to strike Him and to slay.
Hail Mary, full of grace!
His Easter light doth chase
The shadows, and for aye,
God's never-ending day.
Shine on her, Light of Light, her soul's Desire,
And softly draw Thy darling one up higher.
His Easter light doth chase
The shadows, and for aye,
God's never-ending day.
Shine on her, Light of Light, her soul's Desire,
And softly draw Thy darling one up higher.
Hail Mary, full of grace!
Thy Lord's abiding-place!
Blessed thy motherhood,
With Gift of gifts endued;
Yea, rather, blessed, dear His child and true,
Thou who didst hear the word of Him and do.
Thy Lord's abiding-place!
Blessed thy motherhood,
With Gift of gifts endued;
Yea, rather, blessed, dear His child and true,
Thou who didst hear the word of Him and do.
Hail Mary, full of grace!
Won is thine earthly race:
His love hath whispered thee,
Come, O beloved, to Me!
Up to the place of My transcendent bliss
Veni, Maria, coronaberis!
Won is thine earthly race:
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Come, O beloved, to Me!
Up to the place of My transcendent bliss
Veni, Maria, coronaberis!
Hail, Mary, full of grace!
At His dear side thy place,
Set by the love of Him
Above the seraphim.
Pray for us, Mother of God, whose prayers prevail!
Hail, Mary, full of grace! Hail Mary, hail!
At His dear side thy place,
Set by the love of Him
Above the seraphim.
Pray for us, Mother of God, whose prayers prevail!
Hail, Mary, full of grace! Hail Mary, hail!
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