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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.
Though poverty and work and woe
The masters of my life may be,
When times are worst, who does not know,
Darkness is light with love of thee?
But scornful men have coldly said
Thy love was leading me from God;
And yet in this I did but tread,
The very path my Saviour trod.
Get me the grace to love thee more;
Jesus will give if thou wilt plead;
And, Mother, when life's cares are o'er,
Oh, I shall love then indeed.