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Show TO MARY OUR HOPE. , From the Italian, of St. Alphonsus, by Thomas Condon. Fair star of hope, clear shining Mary, thou art my pleasure, My love, my life, my treasure, . My rest and peace art thou. When thee I call-in prayer, On thee. O Mary, thinking. - Such joy my heart is drinking, I tremble with delight. Should sinful thoughts come ever, . My peace of mind assailing, They fly with terror paling. When 1 thy name invoke. O'er life's dark, stormy ocean, .Star shining ever brightest. The struggling bark thou lightest Of- my pour weary soul. Beneath thy sweet protection, 0 dearest Lady, ever 1 wish to live, and never : In deuth Trom three to part. And if I die thus hap'ly In thy sweet love reposing, ' O Mary, at life's closing. . The joys of heaven are mine. Extend thy chains around me. j And to thy service bind me That I may ever find me The captive of thy love. And since my heart. O Mary, Is th'ne, not mine, oh take it To Jesus; consecrate it, - And keep it evermore. |