O Thou Mother, fount of love,
Touch my spirit from above,
Make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou hast felt,
Make my soul to glow and melt
With the love of Christ my Lord.
Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence,
Be Thy Mother my defence,
Be Thy cross my victory:
While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in paradise with Thee.
With Grateful Acknowledgement for the Intercession of . . .
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