Maid Mary

Maid Mary sat at her cottage door By the Lake of Galilee; Tall and stately her lilies were, But never was lily one-half so fair Or half so pure as she. (O Mary, Maid and Mother of God, I pray you, pray for me.)

The shadows darkened along the shore Of the Lake of Galilee; What steps were those, as the twilight fell? Lo, God's great angel, Gabriel: "Hail, blessed of God!" spake he. (O Gabriel, Prince of the hosts of God, I pray you, pray for me.)

Maid Mary knelt on her cottage floor By the Lake of Galilee; And kneeling, dreamed strange dreams and sweet Of baby fingers and dimpled feet, And a Holy Thing to be: (O Christ, the Virgin-born Son of God, I pray You, pray for me.)

But she did not dream, as the night passed o'er By the Lake of Galilee, Of the weary ways that the feet should tread, Of a thorny crown for a baby head, Or a cross on Calvary. (O Son of Mary, O thorn-crowned God, I pray You, pray for me.)