Hymn
At
morn-
at
noon-
at
twilight
dim-
Maria!
thou
hast
heard
my
hymn!
In
joy
and
woe-
in
good
and
ill-
Mother
of
God,
be
with
me
still!
When
the
hours
flew
brightly
by,
And
not
a
cloud
obscured
the
sky,
My
soul,
lest
it
should
truant
be,
Thy
grace
did
guide
to
thine
and
thee;
Now,
when
storms
of
Fate
o'ercast
Darkly
my
Present
and
my
Past,
Let
my
Future
radiant
shine
With
sweet
hopes
of
thee
and
thine!
