O Mary, Mother, if the day we trod
In converse sweet the lily-fields of God,
From earth afar arose a cry of pain,
Would we not weep again?
( Sings ) Hush, hush, O baby mine,
Mothers twain are surely thine,
One of earth and One divine.
O Mary, Mother, if the day the air
Was sweet with songs celestial, came a prayer
From earth afar and mingled with the strain,
Would we not pray again?
( Sings ) Sleep, sleep, my baby dear,
Mothers twain are surely near,
One to pray and one to hear.
O Mary, Mother, if, as yesternight
A bird sought shelter at my casement light,
A wounded soul should flutter to thy breast,
Wouldst thou refuse it rest?
( Sings ) Sleep, darling, peacefully,
Mary, Mother, comforts me;
Christ, her son, hath died for thee.