A sceptre unto thee is given,
Queen of the Sacred Heart! in heaven, Like His who made, O blest decree! Thee for Himself, all else for thee! Mother dearest! &c.
6 O godlike creature! nigh to God! In whom the Eternal. Word abode ! The mirror of God's beauty thou! On thee His dread perfections show So palpably, men's hearts might faint With an exceeding ravishment.
Mother dearest ! &c.
7 Yet thou didst bloom on earth at first, In meekness proved, in sorrow nursed; And heaven must own its debt to earth, Sweet Flower! for thy surpassing worth; And angels, for their queen's dear sake, Our road to thee more smooth shall make. Mother dearest! &c.
8 O Help of Christians! mercy-laden! O blissful Mother! blissful Maiden! O Sinless! were it not for thee, There were in faith no liberty To hold that God could stoop so low, Or love his sinful creatures so.
Mother dearest ! &c.
9 O Mary! when we think of thee, Our hearts grow light as light can be; For thou hast felt as we have felt, And thou hast knelt as we have knelt ; And so it is, that utterly,
Mother of God! we trust in thee! Mother dearest! &c.
The Orphans' Consecration to Mary (FOR NORWOOD.)
1 MOTHER Mary! at thine altar
We thy little daughters kneel;
With a faith that cannot falter,
To thy goodness we appeal. We are seeking for a mother
O'er the earth so waste and wide, And from off His Cross our Brother Points to Mary by His side.
2 We have seen thy picture often With thy little Babe in arms, And it ever seemed to soften All our sorrows with its charms; So we want thee for our Mother, In thy gentle arms to rest, And to share with Him our Brother That sweet pillow on thy breast.
3 We have none but thee to love us With a Mother's fondling care; And our Father, God above us, Bids us fly for refuge there. All the world is dark before us, We must out into its strife; If thy fondness watch not o'er us, O how sad will be our life!
4 So we take thee for our Mother, And we claim our right to be, By the gift of our dear Brother, Babes and daughters unto thee; And the orphan's consecration Thou wilt surely not despise, From thy bright and lofty station Close to Jesus in the skies.
5 Mother Mary! to thy keeping Soul and body we confide, Toiling, resting, waking, sleeping, To be ever at thy side;
Cares that vex us, joys that please us,
Life and death we trust to thee; Thou must make them all for Jesus, And for all eternity!
1 THE moon is in the heavens above, And its light lies on the foamy sea; So shines the star of Mary's love O'er this stormy scene of misery. Our hands to life's hard work are laid, But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!
20 thou art bright as bright can be, And as bountiful as thou art bright; And welcome is the thought of thee, As the fragrance of an eastern night. Our hands, &c.
3 Wide earth can give no place of rest, And for sorrow's tale it hath no ear; But thou dost echo in thy breast
Grief's loud cry, and suffering's silent tear. Our hands, &c.
4 We are no longer desolate,
Though our sins have stricken us at heart; Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight, And thou wert His partner in the smart. Our hands, &c.
5 Calm as the blessed eye of God
When it looks o'er all this world below, He bids thee shed His peace abroad, With a secret balm for every woe. Our hands, &c.
6 By thee we gain, dear spotless Queen! Some vision of what our God must be ; And in thy glory His is seen,
For He shows Himself when He shows thee. Our hands, &c.
To our Blessed Lady,
FOR THE SOULS IN PURGATORY.
10 TURN to Jesus, Mother, turn,
And call Him by His tenderest names; Pray for the holy souls that burn
This hour amid the cleansing flames. 2 Ah! they have fought a gallant fight; In death's cold arms they persevered; And after life's uncheery night
The harbour of their rest is neared.
3 In pains beyond all earthly pains, Favourites of Jesus! there they lie, Letting the fire wear out their stains, And worshipping God's purity.
4 Spouses of Christ they are, for He Was wedded to them by His blood; And angels o'er their destiny
In wondering adoration brood.
5 They are the children of thy tears; Then hasten, Mother! to their aid; In pity think each hour appears An age while glory is delayed.
6 See, how they bound amid their fires, While pain and love their spirits fill; Then with self-crucified desires
Utter sweet murmurs, and lie still. 7 Ah me! the love of Jesus yearns O'er that abyss of sacred pain, And as He looks His Bosom burns With Calvary's dear thirst again.
8 O Mary! let thy Son no more
His lingering Spouses thus expect ; God's children to their God restore, And to the Spirit His elect.
9 Pray then, as thou hast ever prayed; Angels and Souls all look to thee; God waits thy prayers, for He hath made Those prayers His law of charity.
Hymn of St. Casimir to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
1 DAILY, daily, sing to Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due; All her feasts, her actions worship, With the heart's devotion true. Lost in wond'ring contemplation, Be Her Majesty confest: Call her Mother, call her Virgin, Happy Mother, Virgin blest.
2 She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly: When the tempest rages round thee, She will calm the troubled sea. Gifts of Heaven she has given, Noble lady! to our race:
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects With the light of God's own grace.
3 Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's trophies, Who for us her Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted, Peace and blessing to restore. Sing in songs of praise unending, Sing the world's majestic Queen: Weary not, nor faint in telling,
All the gifts she gives to men.
4 All my senses, heart, affections, Strive to sound her glory forth: Spread abroad the sweet memorials Of the Virgin's priceless worth. Where the voice of music thrilling, Where the tongue of eloquence, That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence?
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