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 What sounds as of seas flowing all round thy throne, What flashings of fire from thy burning abode, What thunders of glory, what tempests of power, What calms, like the calms in the Bosom of God.

Inexhaustible wonder; the treasures of God Seem to multiply under thy marvellous hand; And the power of thy Son seems to gain and to grow, When He deigns to obey thy maternal command.

Ten thousand magnificent greatnesses blend Their vast oceans of light, at the foot of thy throne; Ten thousand unspeakable majesties grace The royalty vested in Mary alone.

But look, what a wonder there is up in God: One love, like a special perfection, we see; And the chief of thy grandeurs, great Mother, is there— In the love the Eternal Himself has for thee.

THE RIGHT MUST WIN

Oh, it is hard to work for God, To rise and take His part Upon this battlefield of earth, And not sometimes lose heart.

He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad.