l her matchless excellence?

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No.76

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Daily, daily sing to Mary (B)

St. Casimir
Processional
Father Bittlestone
Nicola. A. Montani

Allegre modto

1.
Daily, daily sing of Mary,
Sing, my soul, her praises due;
All her feats, her actions worship
With the hearts devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confest!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!
Call her Mother, call her Virgin,
Happy Mother, Virgin blest!

2.
She is mighty to deliver;
Call her, trust her lovingly:
When the tempest rages round thee,
She will calm the troubled sea.
Gifts of Heaven she has given
Noble lady! To our race:
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the light of God's own grace.
She, the Queen, who decks her subjects
With the light of God's own grace.

3.
Sing my tongue, the Virgin's trophies,
Who for us our Maker bore;
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing the songs of praise unending
Sing the world's majestic Queen.
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.
Weary not nor faint in telling
All the gifts she gives to men.

4.
All my senses, heart, affections,
Strive to sound her glory forth:
Spread abroad the sweet memorials
Of the Virgin's priceless worth:
Where the voice of music thrilling,
Where the tongue of eloquence,
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?
That can utter hymns beseeming
All her matchless excellence?

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No. 77

THE BLESSED VIRGIN

Mother of Mercy
Mater Misericordiae

Father Faber
S. M. Yenn

Andante religioso

1.
Mother of mercy, day by day,
My love of thee grows more and more;
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way
Like sands upon the great seashore.
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way
Like sands upon the great seashore.

2.
Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,
When times are worst who does not know
Darkness is light with love of thee?
When times are worst who does not know
Darkness is light with love of thee?

3.
But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;
And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.
And yet in this I did but tread
The very path my Saviour trod.

4.
They know but little of Thy worth
Who speak the heartless words to me,
For what did Jesus love on earth
One half so tenderly as thee