,
Till in heaven eternally
Thy love and bliss I share.

2. Mother dear, oh, pray for me,
Should pleasure's siren lay
E'er tempt thy child to wander far
From virtue's path away;
When thorns beset life's devious way,
And darkling waters flow,
Then, Mary, aid thy weeping child,
Thyself a mother show.

Ora Pro Me

1. Ave Maria! bright and pure,
Hear, O hear me when I pray,
Pains and pleasures try the pilgrim
On his long and dreary way.
Fears and perils are around me,
Ave Maria! bright and pure,
Ore pro me, ora pro me.

2. Ave Maria! Queen of Heaven,
Teach, O teach me to obey,
Lead me on, tho' fierce temptations
Stand and meet me in the way.
When I fail and faint, my Mother,
Ave Maria! bright and pure,
Ora pro me, ora pro me.

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary
(REV. FR. WYSE)

I'll sing a hymn to Mary,
The Mother of my God,
The Virgin of all Virgins,
Of David's royal blood.
Oh, teach me, holy Mary
A loving song to frame,
When wicked men blaspheme thee
To love and bless thy name.

When troubles dark afflict me
In sorrow and in care,
Thy light doth ever guide me
O beauteous Morning Star.
Lo, I'll be ever ready
Thy goodly help to claim,
When wicked men blaspheme thee
I'll love and bless thy name.

Daily, Daily Sing to Mary

1. Daily, daily sing to Mary
Sing, my soul, her praises due;
All her feasts, her actions worship,
With the heart's devotion true.
Lost in wond'ring contemplation,
Be her majesty confess'd;
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 subject,
With the light of God's own grace.

Hymn to St. Joseph

1. With grateful hearts we breathe to-day
The tender accents of our love.
We carol forth a little lay
To thee, great saint in heaven above.

CHORUS.--O Joseph dear, from thy bright throne,
Incline thine ear unto our prayer.
And o'er us all as o'er thine own,
Extend thy fond paternal care,
And o'er us all as o'er thine own,
Extend thy fond paternal care,
Extend thy fond paternal care.

2. More favored than earth's greatest king.
Thou wert the guardian of that Child,
Around whose crib full choirs did sing,
With cadenced voices soft and mild.

Dear Guardian of Mary
(REV.