Ave! Mary, Full Of Grace
Words: Ave, plena gracia,
From Paris Missal, 1706
Translation by W. J. Copeland
Source: George Radcliffe Woodward, ed, Songs of Syon (London: Schott & Co., Third Edition, 1908), # 244
1. Ave! Mary, full of grace,
In whose virgin arms’ embrace
God to God himself doth vow:
Let me in the temple wait,
Let me meet thee at the gate,
Jesu, for mine All art thou.
2. God is to his temple come;
Angels throng the hallow’d dome;
What beyond hath heav’n in store?
God himself our flesh doth wear,
Owns a Virgin-Mother’s care;
This than heav’n itself is more.
3. Incense-gales of gladness rise,
Where this morning sacrifice
‘Mid re-echoing shouts is made
Evening’s rite in tears shall end,
And with bitter weepings blend,
On the dark’ning Cross display’d.
4. There behold the Oblation wrought,
By whose precious ransom bought,
We are all to God made nigh:
Now no longer, Lord, our own,
To thy single service won,
Thine we live, and thine we die.
5. Let thy servants now depart;
May we see thee as thou art;
Nought of earth arrest our eyes!
If thou keep us here below,
Let us here with Jesus grow,
And in him hereafter rise.
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