Mother, at thy feet is kneeling
One who loves thee -- it's thy child
Who has sighed so oft to see thee;
Bless me, Mother, mother mild.
And when storms are raging 'round me,
And when tempests hover near,
In thine own sweet arms enfold me,
Shield me, Mother, Mother dear.
Mother when my Savior calls me,
From this world of sin and strife,
Clasp me upon thy spotless bosom,
Let me bid farewell to life.
Plead for me when Jesus judges,
Answer for me when He asks
How I've spent so many moments,
How performed so many tasks.
Tell Him I was weak and feeble,
Yes, that I so often strayed
From the thorny path of virtue
To the one with roses laid.
Yet, O Mother, tell my Jesus
That I loved Him, fond and true
And, O Mother, dearest Mother,
Tell Him I belong to You
Then He'll place me,
(yes, I feel it)
Close to thee, O Mother, dear,
Then I'll praise and bless
and thank thee
Through eternity's long years.
Amen.
- AnaStPaul
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