1 Mother of mercy, day by day
My love of thee grows more and more;
Thy gifts are strewn up on my way,
Like sands upon the great seashore,
Like sands upon the great seashore.
2 Though poverty, and work, and woe,
The masters of my life may be;
In darkest hours, who does not know
That all is light with love of thee?
That all is light with love of thee.
3 Oh, gain me grace to love thee more:
Thy Son will give, if thou wilt plead!
And, Mother, when life's cares are o'er,
Oh! I shall love thee then indeed,
4 My Lord, when His three hours were run,
Bequeath'd thee, from the cross, to me;
And oh, how can I love thy Son,
Sweet mother, if I love not thee!
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 #104