All Thine: A Disparaged Gift
O Blessed Mother, Virgin the Fairest, God’s beloved Son Jesus thou bearest. Thou alone, O Mother God’s favour found, Thy hallowed womb earth’s loving saviour crowned. Where do I a sojourner refuge seek? Alone am forever brittle and weak. To the world I’ll go, nay alone won’t dare, Shattered I’ll be before long is the fare. ALL THINE, gifts great have I none to give thee, To Thy Dear Child lead, on my knees I plea. Sweet and soothing, Thy name I’ll ever call, And in Thy tender arms I’ll never fall. On that Splendid Day when Jesus draws near, With Thee, Thy Son, I’ll behold without fear.
Cl. George Patton
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