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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

ThonghThough [sic] poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be; In darkest hours, who does not know That all is light with love of thee?

Ah, little know they of thy worth Who would thy love deny to me; For what did Jesus love on earth One-half so tenderly as thee?

Oh, gain me grace to love thee more; Thy Son will give if thou wilt plead: And, Mother, when life's cares are o'er. Oh, I shall love thee then indeed.

My Lord, when His three hours were run, Bequeath'd thee from the cross to me; And oh, how can I love thy Son, Sweet Mother, if I love not thee?

 

of our fathers! living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; Oh, how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious word!

