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Sing Of Mary Pure And Lowly. Sing Of God’s Own Son Most Holy, Who Became Her Little Child. Word Made Flesh, Our Very Brother, Takes Our Nature By His Birth. Sing Of Jesus, Son Of Mary, In The Home At Nazareth. Toil And Labour Cannot Weary, Love Enduring Unto Death. Forth To Preach, And Heal, And Suffer, Till On Calvary He Died.
What child is this who laid to rest on Mary's lap is sleeping?<br>Whom angels greet with anthems sweet while shepherds watch are keeping.<br>This, this is Christ the King whom shepherds guard and angels sing.<br>Haste, haste to bring Him laud.<br>The babe, the son of Mary.<br>Why lies He in ...
The Son, the Babe of Mary. So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh. Come peasant king to praise Him. The King of kings, a glory brings. Let loving hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise the song on high ...
Jesus, Son of Mary. Jesus, Son of Mary, fount of life alone, here we hail thee present on thine altar-throne. Humbly we adore thee, Lord of endless might, in the mystic symbols veiled from earthly sight. Think, O Lord, in mercy on the souls of those. who, in faith gone from us, now in death repose. Here 'mid stress and conflict toils can never ...
Well Mary, you buggin' me I tell you I must be free Woman I've got to have some fun I work all day at night I drink my rum So Mary open up the door Woman open up the door I tell you open up the door What I did last night I ain't gonna do no more Auntie Mary open up the door Oh Mary open up the door Auntie Mary open up the door
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Sep 16, 2023 · Son of Mary lyrics. Mary, Mary, don't you weep. Angels guard you while you sleep. Mary, Mary, don't you cry. God will grant you a faultless child . Now, for a while ...
