Wednesday, September 10, 2008

There is a hurricane coming here

Pray for us in South Texas.

QUEEN of the Waves, look forth across the ocean,
From north to south, from east to stormy west ;
See how the waters, with tumultuous motion,
Rise up and foam without a pause, or rest.

But fear we not, though storm-clouds round us gather ;
Thou art our Mother — and thy little Child
Is the All-Merciful, our tender Brother,
God of the sea and of the tempest wild.

Help, then, sweet Queen, in our exceeding danger ;
By thy seven griefs, in pity, Lady, save ;
Think of the Babe that slept within the manger,
And helps us now, dear Lady of the Wave.

Up to thy shrine we look, and see the glimmer
Thy votive lamp sheds down on us afar ;
Light of our eyes, oh, let it ne'er grow dimmer,
Till in the sky we hail the morning star.

Then joyful hearts shall kneel around thine altar,
And grateful psalms re-echo down the nave :
Never our faith in thy sweet power can falter,
Mother of God, Our Lady of the Wave.

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