Holy Mary! hear my sighing,
Crying in this vale of tears.
Bid my gloomy bodings vanish,
Banish all my doubts and fears.
Take an orphan ‘neath thy mantle,
Gentle Mary! Mother mild! –
And I’ll happy be for ever,
Never more an orphan child.
Make me worthy to be brother,
Mother, of Thy Blessed Son.
I am worthless, weak and lonely –
Only speak, and it is done.
Mother! hear a child appealing,
Kneeling, from the world apart.
Mother! Mother! don’t forsake me –
Take me, take me to Thy Heart.
Now when nature sends in showers
Flowers o’er the valleys green;
Now when birds set woodlands ringing,
Singing “Hail to Heaven’s Queen,”
I, who was an orphan lowly,
Holy Mary! sing with glee;
In Thy Son I find a Brother,
And a Mother fond in Thee.