XVIII. Speak gently then of Church and Saints, Lest you His ways reprove; The Heat, the Pulses of the Church Are God's Eternal Love. XIX. O let us fall and worship Him, The Love of Sire and Son, The Consubstantial Breath of God, The Coeternal One! XX. Ah! see, how like the Incarnate Word, His blessed Self He lowers, To dwell with us invisibly, And make His riches ours. XXI. Most humble Spirit! Mighty God! Sweet must Thy Presence be, If loss of Jesus can be gain, So long as we have Thee! XV. TO OUR BLESSED LADY. I. 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. II. Though poverty and work and woe When times are worst, who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? III. But scornful men have coldly said Thy love was leading me from God; And yet in this I did but tread The very path my Saviour trod. IV. They know but little of thy worth Who speak these heartless words to me; For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? V. Get me the grace to love thee more; Jesus will give if thou wilt plead ; And, Mother! when life's cares are o'er, O, I shall love thee then indeed! |