Mother of Christ

Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
What shall I ask of thee?
I do not sigh for the wealth of earth
For the joys that fade and flee.
But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
This do I long to see.
The bliss untold which your arms enfold
the treasure upon your knee.

Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
I toss on a stormy sea.
Oh, lift your Child as a beacon light
to the port where I fain would be.
And, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
This do I ask of thee
When the voyage is o’er
O stand on the shore
And show Him at last to me.


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