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| O Dearest Mother of Mercy | ||||
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1 All hail! our admirable Mother,
Let angels and men sing her praise;
None after Jesus is above her,
For he should be the sweetest lays.
Let angels and men sing her praise;
None after Jesus is above her,
For he should be the sweetest lays.
2 Protect and hear us, gentlest Mary,
From on high hear our humble cries;
On us that mourn and weep in misery,
O turn thy mercy's tender eyes.
From on high hear our humble cries;
On us that mourn and weep in misery,
O turn thy mercy's tender eyes.
3 O clement sweet and pious Mary,
O thou of whom our Lord was born,
Show us thy Son to make us happy,
When life at last is from us torn.
O thou of whom our Lord was born,
Show us thy Son to make us happy,
When life at last is from us torn.
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