Mother divine! mother divine!
No word, no sense, but feeling,
Bestowed by Your kind grace,
Can only give us a trace of your love.
Who is that Great Jesus,
You by your will can reveal,
What we understand, in life's strand,
That in His love He is the marvel of marvels.
With His touch burdens of illusions drop,
Empathy from Love's ocean surge,
And joy unknown pervades in universal brother hood!
Mother Marry! Mother Marry,
The origin of Love's story,
Grace us, grace us,
So that we can love Your Jesus.
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