 THE NAME OF MARY "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?" Mary, our sweet loving Mother, Can my tongue her beauty tell? All the splendor of her glory, Raised on high with God to dwell. There is naught on earth to mirror Our great Queen so chaste and fair, Yet, the silent voice of nature Whispers sweetly everywhere THE NAME OF MARY. She, Judea's fairest lily, Purer than the mountain's snow, Brighter than the rays of sunshine, Than the diamond's lustrous glow. Hence I love earth's fragrant lilies, Emblems of her purity, For their rare translucent whiteness, Breathes so sweetly unto me THE NAME OF MARY. She, that modest, fragrant lily, Crystal chalice e'er unstained, To receive the Blood of Jesus, From eternity ordained. Hence, I love the hidden valleys, Where the whitest lilies blow, And their magic silent voices Whisper all my heart would know, THE NAME OF MARY. Then the "Mystic Rose" we call her, From the ardor of her love, Which delights the King of Heaven, And the Angel hosts above. Hence I love to gaze in silence On the blushing rose so sweet, For its soft and crimsoned petals, Ever to my heart repeat THE NAME OF MARY. She is called the "Star of Morning." Fairer than the moon, we say, Stronger than a mighty army Set in battle's long array. Hence I love the starlit heavens, And the brilliant Queen of Night, For I see in gazing upward, Through that pathless field of light, THE NAME OF MARY. Angels bright in Heaven's mansions Have compared their spotless Queen To the morning dawn so lovely, Breaking on the earth serene. Hence I love the rising incense Of the summer morning air, When the waking mountains echo, To my heart as if in prayer, THE NAME OF MARY. So, as through this life I journey, All reminds me on my way, Of that name which is of sunshine, In the dark and cloudy day. May my tongue proclaim its glory, Sing its praise at every breath, When the scene of life is closing May my comfort be in death, THE NAME OF MARY. If on earth it is so soothing, To repeat that name in prayer, What will be my joyous rapture When my Mother's bliss I'll share Then near her bright throne in glory, All her beauty I will see, There to praise with Angel voices Through a long eternity, THE NAME OF MARY. Source: THE PRECIOUS BLOOD AND MOTHER book  E-Mail HOME-------------------------------------------------TEXT-ONLY FOR PRINTING www.cathlictradition.org/Mary/name-mary.htm |