The Spirit found His rest
Within thy sinless breast,

And hence flow joys beyond all telling.

3. A fairer, purer Eve,

Didst thou her fall retrieve,

For man's debt giving God in payment;
Thy spotless feet are pressed

Upon the serpent's crest,

God's stars thy crown, His sun thy raiment.

4. Through His dear Blood Who died,
By sinners crucified,

Art thou preserved, and we forgiven.
Help us to conquer sin,

That we may enter in,

Through thee, the Golden Gate, to heaven.

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RAISE YOUR VOICES, VALES AND
MOUNTAINS

RA

AISE your voices, vales and mountains,
Flow'ry meadows, streams and fountains,
Praise, O praise the loveliest maiden
Ever the Creator made.

CHORUS

Laudate, Laudate, Laudate, Mariam,
Laudate, Laudate, Laudate, Mariam.

2. Murmuring brooks your tribute bringing,
Little birds with joyful singing,
Come with mirthful praises laden
To your Queen be homage paid.

3. Say, sweet Virgin, we implore thee,
Say what beauty God sheds o'er thee,
Praise and thanks to Him be given,
Who in love created thee.

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THE DAY IS O'ER

THE
'HE day is o'er, the moon serenely beaming
In silver light hath field and forest drest-
A thousand twinkling stars are gently beaming-
The world is hushed, and all is laid to rest.

CHORUS

|: Hail, full of grace! Ave Maria. :||

2. Save one who, wakeful in her lonely dwelling,
Of Juda born, a stem of Jesse's rod-
A virgin pure, all others far excelling-

Uplifts her heart in tranquil prayer to God.

3. The while she prays, behold the silence broken; She starts-a look of fear o'erspreads her face; She hears-till then to mortal ears unspoken

These words of love: Hail Mary, full of grace!

4. Fear not, the Lord is with thee, thou art chosen The virgin mother of thy God to be;

And many a heart in sin and guilt now frozen,
Shall melt beneath the Sunbeam born of thee.

5. O spouse of God, O queen of earth and heaven!
O holy mother of the Incarnate World!
In marked accents was thy answer given:
Behold the willing handmaid of the Lord.

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76

JOY! JOY! THE MOTHER COMES

JOY! joy! the Mother comes,

And in her arms she brings
The Light of all the world,
The Christ, the King of kings;
And in her heart the while
All silently she sings. :||

2. Saint Joseph follows near,
In rapture lost and love,
While angels round about,
In glowing circles move;
|: And o'er the Mother broods
The Everlasting Dove. : ||

3. There in the temple court,
Old Simeon's heart beats high,
And Anna feeds her soul
With food of prophecy;

: But, see! the shadows pass,

The world's true Light draws nigh. :||

4. O infant God! O Christ!
O Light most beautiful!
Thou comest, Joy of joys!
All darkness to annul;

||: And brighest lights of earth,
Beside Thy Light, are dull. :||

HAIL THOU STAR OF OCEAN

TAIL thou Star of ocean!

HAIL

Portal of the sky!

Ever Virgin Mother

Of the Lord most High!

Oh! by Gabriel's Ave,
Uttered long ago,
Eva's name reversing,
'Stablish peace below.

2. Break the captive's fetters;
Light on blindness pour;
All our ills expelling,
Ev'ry bliss implore.
Show thyself a mother;
Offer Him our sighs,
Who for us incarnate
Did not thee despise.

3. Virgin of all Virgins!
To thy shelter take us;
Gentlest of the gentle!

Chaste and gentle make us.
Still as on we journey,

Help our weak endeavour;
Till with thee and Jesus
We rejoice for ever.

4. Through the highest Heaven,
To the Almighty Three,
Father, Son, and Spirit,
One same glory be.

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THIS IS THE IMAGE OF OUR QUEEN

HIS is the image of our queen

THI

Who reigns in bliss above,

Of her who is the hope of men,

Whom men and angels love.

CHORUS

Most holy Mary, at thy feet,
I bend a suppliant knee.

In this thine own sweet month of May
Pray thou to God for me.

2. The sacred homage that we pay
To Mary's image here;
To Mary's self and then to God,
Ascends the starry sphere.

3.

4.

CHORUS

Most holy Mary, at thy feet,
I bend a suppliant knee.
In my temptations each and all
Pray thou to God for me.

Sweet are the flowers we have culled,

This image to adorn;

But sweeter far is Mary's self,

That rose without a thorn.

CHORUS

Most holy Mary, at thy feet,
I bend a suppliant knee.
When on the bed of death I lie,
Pray thou to God for me.

O Lady, by the stars that make
A glory round thy head,
And by thy pure uplifted hands
That for thy children plead.

CHORUS

When at the judgment seat I stand,
And my dread Savior see,

When the hell is raging for my soul,
Pray thou to God for me.