Memorials of Theophilus Trinal, Student By Thomas T. Lynch. Third Edition, Enlarged |
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ONE GREAT AMONG THE MOTHERS.
We'll thank our God for every birth,
And bless with love each mother pure;
Rejoicing in the peopled earth,
And Lives that ever may endure.
And bless with love each mother pure;
Rejoicing in the peopled earth,
And Lives that ever may endure.
For one did nourish at her breast
The world's Redeemer, meek and strong;
In her are all the mothers blest
Since He so blest the babes among.
The world's Redeemer, meek and strong;
In her are all the mothers blest
Since He so blest the babes among.
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The dewy lilies opening shine
With the fresh morning sweet above;
So shone the baby face divine
Turned mother-wards for beams of love.
With the fresh morning sweet above;
So shone the baby face divine
Turned mother-wards for beams of love.
The world's great Friend then loved but one,
With thoughts of Him her heart was stored;
Soon as her joy her griefs begun,
Oh, honour her, while He's adored!
With thoughts of Him her heart was stored;
Soon as her joy her griefs begun,
Oh, honour her, while He's adored!
For sweeter than the spikenard given
By her whose love all earth shall hear,
That love which nursed the Child from Heaven,
With sanctity of hope and fear.
By her whose love all earth shall hear,
That love which nursed the Child from Heaven,
With sanctity of hope and fear.
When veiling darkness is withdrawn
That Day may break the powers of Night;
How beautiful the lowly dawn,
Whence issues forth the Sun in might!
That Day may break the powers of Night;
How beautiful the lowly dawn,
Whence issues forth the Sun in might!
Mother of Christ! so lovely thou
Hast to the generations been;
And, Sister, we will love thee now,
Pure Sister, of deep heart serene.
Hast to the generations been;
And, Sister, we will love thee now,
Pure Sister, of deep heart serene.
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