Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Hail, Thou Mother Full Of Grace! 1. Hail, thou Mother full of grace! In whose Virgin arms' embrace, God to God Himself doth vow: We would at the Temple wait, We would meet Three at the gate, Jesu, for our Love art Thou! 2. God is to His Temple come, Angels throng the hallowed dome, Heaven contains no more than this; God made Man, Himself is here With His Virgin Mother dear, Heaven hath not a fuller bliss. 3. Songs of exultation rise, At this morning sacrifice, Hymns through all the Temple sound; Evening's Rites in tears shall end, And with bitter weepings blend, As they stand the Cross around. 4. Here the Sacrifice is brought, By Whose priceless value bought, We are all to God made nigh: We no longer are our own, Thine, O God, we are alone! Thine we live, and Thine we die. 5. Let Thy servants now depart, Let us See Thee as Thou art, Nothing here delights our eyes; But if here we stay below In Thee, Jesu, let us grow, So in Thee we shall arise! Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #