Mother of Christ

I
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.

II
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
He was all in all to thee,
In bethlehem’s cave,
In nazareth’s home, in the hamlets of galilee.
So, Mother of 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.

III
Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
I toss on a stormy sea.
O, lift thy child as a beacon light to the port where I fain would be.
And Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I ask of thee when the voyage is o’oer,
Oh, stand on the shore and show him at last to me.