What Mortal Tongue. 1. What mor-tal tongue can sing thy praise, Dear Mother of the Lord! To angels on - ly it be-longs Thy glory to re नै cord. Who born of man, can pen-e-trate Thy soul's ma-jestic shrine? Who can thy mighty gifts un fold, Or right-ly them di- vine? 2 Say, Virgin, what sweet force was that Which from the Father's breast, Drew forth His co-eternal Son, To be thy bosom's guest? 6 ,Twas not thy guileless faith alone 3 But oh, it was thy lowliness, Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee. 1. Je sus, the very thought of Thee With Dolce. sweetness fills my breast; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest. Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,Nor can the mem❜ry Thy blest name, O Saviour of man-kind. 3 O Hope of every contrite heart,. O joy of all the meek; To those that fall how kind Thou art, 4 But what to those that find? Ah! this 5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou. |