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Maiden Mother, meek and mild,

Take, oh, take me for thy child.

All my life, oh, let it be

My best joy to think of thee.

When my eyes are clos'd in sleep

Through the night my slumbers keep,

Make my latest thought to be,

How to love thy Son and thee.

Teach me when the sunbeam bright

Calls me with its golden light,

How my waking thoughts may be

Turn'd to Jesus and to thee.

And, oh, teach me through the day

Oft to raise my heart and say,

"Maiden Mother, meek and mild,

Guard, oh, guard thy little child!"

Thus, sweet Mother, day and night

Thou shalt guide my steps aright;

And my dying words shall be,

"Virgin Mother, pray for me!"