Mother of Grace
Whom earth, and sea, and sky proclaim
The Ruler of their triple fame -
He unto Whom their praises rise
Within the womb of Mary lies.
O happy Mother that thou art!
Close underneath thy beating heart
Lies thy Creator-God Who plann'd
The world He holds within His hand.
Blest by the herald Angel's tongue,
O'er thee God's shadowing Spirit hung,
And fill'd thy womb whence issued forth
The long-desir'd of all the earth.
O Mary, Mother of all Grace,
Mother of Mercy to our race,
Protect us now from Satan's power,
And own us at life's closing hour.
From the Little Office
George S. Brady. Mary in Song and in Prayer.
Virginia: George S. Brady, 1972.


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