SHALL WE NOT LOVE THEE, MOTHER DEAR

A HYMN FOR MOTHERS' DAY

By Sir Henry Williams Baker, 1868

Shall we not love thee, Mother dear,
Whom Jesus loves so well,
And to his glory, year by year
Thy praise and honour tell?

Thee did he choose from whom to take
True flesh, his flesh to be;
In it to suffer for our sake,
And by it make us free.

O wondrous depth of love divine,
That he should bend so low;
And, Mary, O what joy was thine
The Saviour's love to know.

Joy to be mother of the Lord,
Yet thine the truer bliss,
In ev'ry thought and deed and word
To be for ever his.

Now in the realm of life above
Close to thy Son thou art,
While on thy soul glad streams of love
Flow from his Sacred Heart.

Jesu, the Virgin's holy Son,
Praise we thy Mother blest;
Grant when our earthly course is run,
Life with the saints at rest.