Hail, young Mary, sweet young Mary
lay your Son to sleep
Say your words of fatal curse
And vow He'd conquer me
Beat the silence with your violence
Drink so soberly
Find your trust in golden rust
ans lay His Cross on me
Hail that tongue of sweetest songs
The blanket for night's grief
So divine the light that shines
Over my life so brief
Beat the silence with your violence
Drink so soberly
Find your mercy in my worry
lay His Cross on me
Dear Sweet Jesus, be what pleases
most of our needs
Confiscate the worst lived fate
And lay across the tree
On my wrist your fatal kiss
His Resurrection be...
My own cross, my hurt and loss
Now He has conquered me!
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