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| Mater as seen at Mount Anville Secondary School |
O Mother will
it always be That every passing year
Will make thee seem more beautiful, Will
make thee grow more dear?
How near to
God, how dear to God, Dear Mother thou must be –
We scarce can raise our hearts
to Him, Unless we think of thee.
O Mother thou
art fair to see, More fair than starry night, Thy radiance is a tender beam
From God’s own heav’nly light
Ah this we
know, how true it is That every passing year
Will make thee seem more
beautiful, Will make thee grow more dear
All pure, all
good, all sinless thou, Beyond mere human ken
All tender and all pitying,
Toward us, frail sons of men
The more we
seek to know thy heart, The more there is to learn – Like thee to be most rich
in grace, We pray and hope and yearn.
written by Agatha Pfeiffer, Sacred Heart alumna of Hilltop
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