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 Jesu, with thee  thy  Mother pure

No pangs  of  childbirth  did endure,

Exempt from  sin's  curst pow’r;

Grant that  my  heart,  full-grown  in  love,

May burn  towards  thee,  my God  above,

Nor faint  in  trial’s  hour!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, the  spacious  world  was thine,

Yet, when  thou  wouldst  thy head recline,

It scarce  found  room  for thee;

And oh,  shall  sinful  man  be bent

On self-sought  greatness,  not content

With Christ-like  poverty!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, to  celebrate  thy  birth,

Bright Angels  join  in  holy mirth,

With lowly  shepherds  nigh;

Make me,  like  them,  my  song to raise,

And chant  the  Angelic  Hymn of praise,

Glory to  God  on  high!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, my  God  and  Saviour, thou

Didst, sinless,  as  a sinner, bow

To ordinance  divine;

Restrain my  loose  and  wandering eves,

Prune my  self-will,  and  circumcise

This carnal  heart  of  mine!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, to  thee,  the  King  of kings,

Brought earthly  monarchs offerings,

And, falling  low,  adored;

For countless  blessings  from above,

What shall  I give  in  proof  of love?

Behold, myself,  O Lord!

Hail Mary.

Jesus, on  strict  obedience bent,

To God  thy  parents  thee  present Tho’ free  from  legal  bond;

Oh, make  my  heart,  like theirs, upright,

That I may  in  thy  law  delight,

And to  thy  will  respond!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, sweet  fugitive,  who fledst

From kingly  Herod’s  bloody quest

Thine infant  life  to  slay;

Give me,  O Lord,  like  modest care

To fly  the  world,  when  it speaks  fair.

To steal  thy  grace  away!

Hail Mary.

Jesu, when  thee,  with  sorrowing mind,

Thy Mother  sought,  she  joy’d to find,

Teaching in  God’s  own House;

Blest they  who  keep  thee,  free from sin,

Or, losing,  can  regain,  within

The Church,  thy  mystic Spouse!

Hail Mary.