Chorus.—What happiness can equal mine?
I’ve found the object of my love:
My Jesus dear, my King Divine,
Is come to me from heav’n above.
2. I am my love’s, and He is mine:
In me He dwells, in Him I live;
What greater treasures could I find?
And could, ye heavens, a greater give?
O sacred banquet, heav’nly feast!
O overflowing source of grace,
Where God the food, and man, the guest,
Meet and unite in sweet embrace!
1. O the priceless love of Jesus:
O the strength of grace divine;
All His gifts are showered upon me,
All His blessings may be mine.
He is throned in Heavenly glory
Where no sin nor death can be;
Yet He loves me in this darkness,
Yet He does not turn from me.
2. I am blind, and poor, and wretched,
By temptations sorely tried;
Yet His watchful care abounding
Keeps me ever at His side.
He is God and King Eternal,
Higher than all height can be;
Yet His Heart is with me always,
Yet He stoopeth down to me.
1. Holy God, we praise Thy name,
Lord of all, we bow before Thee!
All on earth Thy sceptre claim,
All in heav’n above adore Thee.
|| Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy name. ||
2. Hark! the loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and Seraphim,
In unceasing chorus praising.
|| Fill the heavens with sweet accord;
Holy! Holy! Holy Lord. ||
Hail, Heavenly Queen!
1. Hail, heavenly Queen! Hail, foamy ocean
O be our guide, diffuse thy beams afar;
Hail, Mother of God! above all virgins blest,
Hail, happy gate of heav’n’s eternal rest.
Chorus.—Hail foamy ocean star! Hail, heav’nly Queen! || O be our guide to endless joys unseen. ||
2. “Hail, full of grace,” with Gabriel
Thee, Queen of heav’n, from him we learn to greet;
Then give us peace which heav’n alone can give,
And dead thro’ Eve, thro’ Mary let us live.
1. Mother dear, oh, pray for me,
Whilst far from heav’n and thee
I wander in a fragile bark,
O’er life’s tempestuous sea;
O Virgin Mother, from thy throne,
So bright in bliss above,
Protect thy child and cheer my path,
With thy sweet smile of love.
Chorus.—Mother dear, remember me,
And never cease thy care,
Till in heaven eternally
Thy love and bliss I share.
2. Mother dear, oh, pray for me,
Should pleasure’s siren lay
E’er tempt thy child to wander far
From virtue’s path away;
When thorns beset life’s devious way,
And darkling waters flow,
Then, Mary, aid thy weeping child,
Thyself a mother show.