
Temple of the Lord,
Place of peace and holiness,
Shelter of the Word.
Mystery of sinless life
In our fallen race
Free from shadow, you reflect
Plenitude of grace.
Virgin-Mother of our God,
Lift us when we fall,
Who were named upon the Cross
Mother of us all.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Heaven sings your praise;
Mary magnifies your name
Through eternal days.
Music: Gossner's Choralbuch, Leipzig, 1882
Text: Stanbrook Abbey
Text: Stanbrook Abbey
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