MOTHER OF CHRIST 1. Mother of Christ, Mbther of Christ, What shall I ask of thee? I do not sigh for the wealth of earth, For the joys that fade and flee; But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, This do I long to see; The Bliss untold which thine arms enfold, The Treasure upon thy knee. 2. Mbther of Christ, Mbther of Christ, He was all in all to thee--- In the winters cave, in Nazareth's home, In the hamlets of Galilee. So, Mother of Christ, Mbther of Christ, He will not say nay to thee; When He lifts His face to thy sweet embrace, Speak to Him, Mother, of me. 3. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, The world will bid Him flee--- Too busy to heed His gentle voice, Too blind His charms to see--- Then, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, Come with thy Babe to me; Tho' the world be cold, my heart shall hold, A shelter for Him and thee. HOME-----------------------MARY'S INDEX www.catholictradition.org/Christmas/mother-christ.htm