To love thee, O Mary,
Is our only joy;
Mother pure, thy glory
shall our lips employ.
1 See, the storm is raging,
Clouds above us lower;
All our thoughts engaging,
Save us by thy pow'r.
To love thee, O Mary,
Is our only joy;
Mother pure, thy glory
shall our lips employ.
2 Billows wildly leaving,
Fill us with alarm;
to our anchor cleaving,
Thou wilt calm the storm.
To love thee, O Mary,
Is our only joy;
Mother pure, thy glory
shall our lips employ.
3 Thy sweet light brings gladness,
Gentle "Star of Morn,"
Takes from life its sadness,
Darkest skies adorns.
To love thee, O Mary,
Is our only joy;
Mother pure, thy glory
shall our lips employ.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | See, the storm is raging |
Title: | To love thee, O Mary |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [See, the storm is raging] |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |