THE RESCUE.11(ON THE MEXICAN BORDER.)
Now to the Lord Almighty—
How wondrous are His ways!—
And Our Lady of Guadalipe,
The Holy Virgin, praise!
They pitied us in our anguish,
And safe through thousand foes
In the desert and the wilderness,
Brought us to this repose;
And we will love and praise them
Till life itself shall close!
How wondrous are His ways!—
And Our Lady of Guadalipe,
The Holy Virgin, praise!
They pitied us in our anguish,
And safe through thousand foes
In the desert and the wilderness,
Brought us to this repose;
And we will love and praise them
Till life itself shall close!
'T was a festal day in Larna,
Our Blessed Lady's feast;
We were up and away to the church in the vale
As dawn was red in the east,
To catch the swell of the matin hymn,
The first chant of the priest.
We knelt beside the altar
With its pictures brought from Spain;
The censers swung, the sweet bells rung,
Our hearts made glad refrain;
And home we went at evening
While the Angelus was tolled,
Our Blessed Lady's feast;
We were up and away to the church in the vale
As dawn was red in the east,
To catch the swell of the matin hymn,
The first chant of the priest.
We knelt beside the altar
With its pictures brought from Spain;
The censers swung, the sweet bells rung,
Our hearts made glad refrain;
And home we went at evening
While the Angelus was tolled,
