From thy bright throne above the sky

1 From thy bright throne above the sky,
Look down on us, O Mother sweet,
And smile upon the gift which I
Here offer, kneeling at thy feet.
O Mother of my God, and mine,
I've bro't some simple flow'rs today,
That they may bloom upon thy shrine,
The long, long hours that I'm away.

2 So their sweet breath shall rise like pray'r.
When I am far from this dear spot;
Thou'lt think of me while they are here,
And absent, I'll forget thee not.
If I were rich in gems and gold,
All, all to thee I'd freely give;
How could I anything withhold,
That it might please thee to receive!

3 But if I had a golden mine,
And were to lay it at thy feet,--
My heart not being truly thine,--
Say, would it please thee, mother sweet?
I know it would not, and I know
That I can only be thine own
By loving Him who loved thee so
That He became thine own dear Son.

4 My heart henceforth shall be all thine,
And I will watch and I will pray,
That never thought or word of mine
May take my heart from thee away.
Oh, give a blessing now to me;
I'll try to be so good all day,
That I may bring fresh flowers to thee
To make thy holy altar gay.

Source: Laudis Corona: the new Sunday school hymn book, containing a collection of Catholic hymns, arranged for the principal seasons and festivals of the year #82