Feast of the Nativity of Our Lady - September 8th

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How Beautiful and Glorious is Mary at Her Very Birth



"Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon,
bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?"--Cant. vi. 9

Sweet morn! thou parent of the sun,
And daughter of the same!
What joy and gladness, through thy birth,
This day to mortals came!

Chorus: Dear Mother, pray for us that He
Who came through thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.

Thrones and dominions gird thee round,
The armies of the sky,
Pure streams of glory from thee flow,
All bathed in Deity!

Chorus: Dear Mother, pray for us that He
Who came through thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.

Clothed in the sun, I see thee stand,
The moon beneath thy feet;
The stars above thy sacred head
A radiant coronet.

Chorus: Dear Mother, pray for us that He
Who came through thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.

Terrific as the bannered line
Of battle's dread array,
Before thee tremble hell and death,
and Own thy potent sway.

Chorus: Dear Mother, pray for us that He
Who came through thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.

While crushed beneath thy dauntless foot,
The serpent writhes in vain:
Smote by a deadly stroke and bound
in an eternal chain.

Chorus: Dear Mother, pray for us that He
Who came through thee of yore,
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.