I’ll sing a hymn to Mary,
The Mother of my God,
The Virgin of all virgins,
Of David’s royal blood.
O teach me, holy Mary,
A loving song to frame,
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
To love and bless thy name.

O Lily of the Valley,
O Mystic Rose, what tree,
Or flower, e’en the fairest,
Is half so fair as thee?
O let me, tho’ so lowly
Recite my Mother’s fame.
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.

O noble Tower of David,
Of gold and ivory.
The Ark of God’s own promise,
The gate of Heav’n to me.
To live and not to love thee
Would fill my soul with shame;
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.

The saints are high in glory,
With golden crowns so bright;
But brighter far is Mary,
Upon her throne of light.
Oh that which God did give thee,
Let mortal ne’er disclaim;
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.

But in the crown of Mary,
There lies a wonderous gem,
As Queen of all the angels,
Which Mary shares with them;
No sin hath e’er defiled thee,
So doth our faith proclaim;
When wicked men blaspheme thee,
I’ll love and bless thy name.

- – - Hymn To Mary written by John Wyse (1825-98)

Don’t be foolish or slow of heart, I will not pass you by.
Sit with Me.

I am your healer, the restorer of your soul, and the One who forgives.
Turn to Me.

I will lead you to still waters and quiet resting places.
Walk with Me.

I wait for you with outstretched arms to assure you of My love.
Run to Me.

Let My words be as a flame of love that burns deep within you.
Sup with Me.

Why are you troubled and why do doubts arise so easily?
Look to Me.

I am your song, I want to fill your heart with My praises.
Delight in Me.

What I have told you, I am faithful to fulfill.
Rest in Me.

Let Me open your understanding so you can know all I have done for you.
Learn of Me.

I am glorified and have sent you the promise of My Father.
Drink of Me.

I will be your source of joy and fruitfulness. You will never be empty.
Abide in Me.

I speak to you the promises that come from My Father’s heart.
Trust in Me.

I place My hands over you and pour out my richest blessings upon you.
Receive from Me.

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
‘Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear Name! the Rock on which I build
My Shield and Hiding-place;
My never-failing Treasury fill’d
With boundless stores of grace.

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am own’d a child.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death!

- – - written by John Newton