Mother of Christ

Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ

What shall I ask of Thee?

I do not sigh for the wealth of earth,

For the joys that fade and flee.

But Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

This do I long to see.

The bliss untold which your arms enfold,

The treasure upon your knee.

Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

I toss on a stormy sea

O lift thy child as a Beacon Light

To the port where I fain would be.

And Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,

This do I ask of Thee,

When the voyage is o'er,

O stand on the shore,

And show Him at last to me.