Joy of my heart! oh let me pay
To thee thine own sweet month of May.
Mary! one gift I beg of thee,--
My soul from sin and sorrow free.
| We love thee, light of sinners' eyes!
Oh let thy prayer for sinners rise.
Look at us, Mother Mary! see
How piteously we look to thee.
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Direct my wandering feet aright,
And be thyself mine own true light.
Be love of thee the purging fire,
To cleanse for God my heart's desire.
| I am thy slave, nor would I be
For worlds from this sweet bondage free.
O Jesus, Joseph, Mary, deign
My soul in heavenly ways to train.
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Mother! be love of thee a ray
From heaven, to show the heavenward way.
Mary! make haste thy child to win
From sin, and from the love of sin.
| Sweet Stewardess of God, thy prayers
We beg, who are God's ransomed heirs.
O Virgin-born! O Flesh Divine!
Cleanse us, and make us wholly thine.
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Mother of God! let my poor love
A mother's prayers and pity move.
O Mary! when I come to die,
Be thou, thy spouse, and Jesus nigh.
| Mary, dear Mistress of my heart,
What thou wouldst have me do, impart.
Thou, who wert pure as driven snow,
Make me as thou wert here below.
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When mute before the Judge I stand,
My holy shield be Mary's hand.
O Mary ! let no child of thine
In hell's eternal exile pine.
| O Queen of Heaven! obtain for me
Thy glory there one day to see.
Oh then and there, on that bright day,
To me thy womb's chaste Fruit display.
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If time for penance still be mine.
Mother, the precious gift is thine.
Thou, Mary, art my hope and life,
The starlight of this earthly strife.
| Mother of God! to me no less,
Vouchsafe a mother's sweet caress.
Be love of thee, my whole life long,
A seal upon my wayward tongue.
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Oh, for my own and others' sin,
Do thou, who canst, free pardon win.
To sinners all, to me the chief,
Send, Mother, send thy kind relief.
| Write on my heart's most secret core,
The five dear Wounds that Jesus bore.
Oh give me tears to shed with thee
Beneath the Cross of Calvary.
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To thee our love and troth are given.
Pray for us, pray, bright Gate of Heaven.
Sweet Day-Star! let thy beauty be
A light to draw my soul to thee.
| One more request and I have done
With love of thee and thy dear Son;
More let me burn, and more each day,
Till love of self is burned away.
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