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A PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "GENTLE MARY, NOBLE MAIDEN"
Last Line: THIS OUR PRAYER IS: HAIL! ALL HAIL!
Subject(s): MARY. MOTHER OF JESUS;WOMEN - BIBLE; VIRGIN MARY;
Gentle Mary, Noble Maiden,
Hearken to our suppliant pleas!
Shrine God's only Son was laid in!
Casket of the Mysteries!

Holy Maid, pure Queen of Heaven,
Intercession for us make,
That each hardened heart's transgression
May be pardoned for Thy sake.

Bent in loving pity o'er us,
Through the Holy Spirit's power,
Pray the King of Angels for us
In Thy Visitation hour.

Branch of Jesse's tree whose blossoms
Scent the heavenly hazel wood,
Pray for me for full purgation
Of my bosom's turpitude.

Mary, crown of splendour glowing,
Dear destroyer of Eve's ill,
Noble torch of Love far-showing,
Fruitful Stock of God's good will;

Heavenly Virgin, Maid transcendent
Yea, He willed that Thou shouldst be
His fair Ark of Life Resplendent,
His pure Queen of Chastity.

Mother of all good, to free me,
Interceding at my side,
Pray Thy First-Born to redeem me,
When the Judgment books are wide;

Star of knowledge, rare and noble,
Tree of many-blossoming sprays,
Lamp to light our night of trouble,
Sun to cheer our weary days.

Ladder to the Heavenly Highway,
Whither every Saint ascends,
Be a safeguard still, till my way
In Thy glorious Kingdom ends.

Covert fair of sweet protection,
Chosen for a Monarch's rest,
Hostel for nine months' refection
Of a Noble Infant Guest.

Glorious Heavenly Porch, whereunder,
So the day star sinks his head,
God's Own Son--O saving wonder!
Jesus was incarnated;

For the fair Babe's sake conveived
In Thy womb and brought to birth,
For the Blest Child's sake received
Now as King of Heaven and Earth;

For His Rood's sake! starker, steeper
Hath no other cross been set,
For His Tomb's sake! darker, deeper
There hath been no burial yet;

By His Blessed Resurrection,
When He triumphed o'er the tomb,
By the Church of His affection
During till the Day of Doom--

Safeguard our unblest behaviour,
Till behind Death's blinding veil,
Face to Face, we see our Saviour,
This our prayer is: Hail! All Hail!



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