
1 O Mother! I could weep for mirth,
Joy fills my heart so fast;
My soul today is heav'n on earth;
Oh! could the transport last!
I think of thee and what thou art,
Thy majesty, thy state,
And I keep singing in my heart,
"Immaculate, Immaculate!"
2 It is this thought to-day that lifts
My happy heart to heaven,
That for our sakes thy choicest gifts
To thee, dear Queen, were given.
I think of thee, etc.
3 Oh! blessed be th' Eternal Son
Who joys to call thee Mother,
And lets poor men, by sin undone,
For thy sake, call Him Brother.
I think of thee, etc.
4 Immaculate Conception! far
Above all graces blest!
Thou shinest like a royal star
On God's eternal breast!
I think of thee, etc.
Source: Laudis Corona: the new Sunday school hymn book, containing a collection of Catholic hymns, arranged for the principal seasons and festivals of the year #2
First Line: | O mother, I could weep for mirth |
Title: | The Immaculate Conception |
Author: | Frederick W. Faber |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |