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Father most  high,  who  didst us  make!

Jesu, who  diedst  for  our  sake!

Spirit, who  care  of  us  dost take!

One God  who  rulest  all;

Grant that  I may,  with  chastened thought,

The things  for  our  salvation wrought

To memory  recall.

Jesu! thou didst  a Mother choose,

Whose Seed  the  serpent’s head should  bruise, —

Seed of  a Virgin’s  womb!

May I,  who  seek  thy  Mother’s side.

And in  her  tender  care  confide,

Aye find  in  her  a home!

Jesu, of  joyful  Saints  the band,

Link’d with  the  Angels  hand in hand,

Praise thee  the  Judge  of all;

With these  would  I,  too, praises bring,

Yet fear,  through  sinful  memory’s sting:

Oh, hear  thy  suppliant’s call!

''I believe in  God. ''

Jesu, thy  throne  of  glory  thou

Didst quit,  and  for  us  lowly bow,

To take  our  shape  on  earth;

To us,  oh,  may  such  boundless love

Give power  to  raise  ourselves above.

To those  of  heavenly  birth!

Our Father.

Jesu, the  Virgin  Mother  blest

Conceived thee  in  her  spotless breast

By dew  of  heavenly  grace;

May I,  too,  thee  with  purest heart,

Since in  foul  sin  thou  hast  no part,

The dreadful  God  embrace!

''Hail Mary. ''

Jesu, whom  Mary,  Mother chaste,

O’er rugged  mountains  bore in haste

Elizabeth to  see;

Oh, that  this  blessed  Mother mild

Would often,  with  her  heav’nly  Child,

Those sweet  steps  turn  to me!

''Hail Mary. ''