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46 By this to me it open'd wide, Through death's inviting door, A brighter world, a nobler realm Than Adam lest of yore.

O Jesu! on whose grace alone I by thy grace depend, Grant me the grace to persevere In grace unto the end.

 

of Mercy, day by day My love of thee grows more and more; Thy gifts are strown upon my way, Like sands upon the great sea-shore.

Though 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?

