Mother of Mercy

Mother of Mercy, day by day

My love of thee grows more and more;

Thy gifts are strewn upon my way,

Like sands upon the great sea-shore

Thongh 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?