Lord of all Hopefulness

Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,

Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy:

Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,

Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.

Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,

Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe:

Be there at our labors, and give us, we pray, 

Your strength in our hearts, 

Lord, at the noon of the day.

Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,

Your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace:

Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,

your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.

Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,

Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm:

Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,

Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.

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.