184. Shall we not love thee, Mother dear

1 Shall we not love thee, Mother dear,
Whom Jesus loves so well,
And to his glory year by year
Thy praise and honour tell?

2 Thee did he choose from whom to take
True flesh, his flesh to be;
In it to suffer for our sake,
And by it make us free.

3 O wondrous depth of love divine,
That he should bend so low;
And, Mary, O what joy was thine
The Saviour's love to know.

4 Joy to be Mother of the Lord,
Yet thine the truer bliss,
In every thought and deed and word
To be for ever his.

5 Now in the realm of life above
Close to thy Son thou art,
While on thy soul glad streams of love
Flow from his sacred heart.

6 Jesu, the Virgin's holy Son,
Praise we thy Mother blest;
Grant when our earthly course is run,
Life with the saints at rest.

Text Information
First Line: Shall we not love thee, Mother dear
Author: H. W. Baker, 1821-77
Meter: CM
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The Blessed Virgin Mary; The Christian Year: Festivals and Other Holy Days: Proper; Mothering Sunday (1 more...)
Notes: Editors also added some text
Tune Information
Composer: J. B. Dykes, 1823-76
Meter: CM
Key: G Major

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