  O Mary, O blessed Mother, praise from my heart I sing, it is thou didst bear our Saviour, our Lord and our King. In the stable of Bethlehem's city, at the hour of middle-night, was not sweet the brave song of the angels for the King who was born that night? O King of Kings, a thousand glories to Thee, it is Thou who didst bear the cross out to Calvary's hill, and Thou wounded in every spot. We will take courage from the pouring of the blood, and we will follow our Saviour, our Lord and our King, to the city of Glory, along with the throng, Saints, Apostles, and Angels, to the dwelling of God's Son. |
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