Mother of Mercy, day by day
my love of thee grows more and more.
Thy gifts are strewn upon my way
like sands upon great seashore. (x2)

Through 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 you? (x2)

But scornful men have coldly said
Your love was leading me from God,
and yet if this I did but tread
the very path my Saviour trod. (x2)

They know but little of your worth
who speak these heartless words to me,
for what did Jesus love on earth
one half so tenderly as you? (x2)

Get me the grace to love you more;
Jesus will give if thou will plead;
and, Mother! when life's cares are o'er,
oh, I shall love you then indeed! (x2)

Jesus, when His three hours were run,
bequeath'd, you from the cross to me,
and oh, how can I love your Son
sweet Mother! If I love not you? (x2)