Ah, Mary, immortal Mother, as you watched that baby smile
Did you dream of what he would suffer in the cruel after while?
Did you love him any dearer in your knowing heart so true
Or think him any more divine than we common mothers do
As we gaze upon our babies so soft and sweet and dear?
Did you know that he would die for sin? Did you ever shed a tear?
Whatever you knew of the future, Whatever you knew of God's plan,
You filled your mission fully. You won the hearts of man.
We know the pain that you suffered as he hung upon the cross.
We know the tears that it cost you. We know you felt your loss,
But Mary, noblest of women, your loss was not in vain
For an angel rolled the stone away and cried, "He lives again!"
Thundering down through the ages the story of Mary of old
Who bore the Bethlehem baby is the sweetest story told.
It has thrilled the hearts of people in every walk of life.
It has lifted souls from sorrow. It has settled many a strife.
It has molded the fate of nations. It has called the gravest
fears.
It is the name of the only woman that will live on through the years.
And that humble man of Nazareth who earned their daily bread
With a saw and plane and hammer, little of him has been said.
But he loved the beautiful Mary and loved her baby boy
And as he toiled from morn 'til night his heart was full of joy.
For the carpenter of Nazareth, as he worked there day by day
Knew that the tiny sleeper that in the cradle lay
And the hand that rocked in the cradle would rule the world some day.