Mary, our Mother dear,
Health of the weak,
Sick are our souls with fear—
Jesus we seek:
Dark lower the clouds around,
Sunshine grows dim;
Safety with thee is found—
Lead us to him.
Oft have we lost the track,
Fierce our dark foe,
Striving to drive us back
While on we go:
Not always strong to fight,
Weakened by sin,
Lend us thine arm of might—
Help us to win.
When in our deepest need,
Sin-scarred, undone,
Gently thy children lead
Home to thy Son:
He, our Physician kind,
Easing sore pain,
All our deep wounds shall bind—
Wash out each stain.
He, our True Food, bestow
Strength for the way;
Bring us with thee to know
Love's perfect day:
Grant us at last a place
Low at thy feet,
There to behold thy face,
Mother, most sweet.
There to rejoice at last,
Tear-stains no more,
Trials and sorrows past,
Gained now the shore:
There linked in love divine,
Mother and Son,
Where the lamps burn and shine,
God, Three in One.