|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