Mother of Christ

1. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I ask of thee?

I do not sigh for the wealth of earth,

For the joys that fade and flee;

But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

This do I long to see;

The Bliss untold which thine arms enfold,

The Treasure upon thy knee.

2. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

He was all in all to thee---

In the winters cave, in Nazareth's home,

In the hamlets of Galilee.

So, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

He will not say nay to thee;

When He lifts His face to thy sweet embrace,

Speak to Him, Mother, of me.

3. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

The world will bid Him flee---

Too busy to heed His gentle voice,

Too blind His charms to see---

Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

Come with thy Babe to me;

Tho' the world be cold, my heart shall hold,

A shelter for Him and thee.