Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
What shall I ask of thee?
I do not sigh for the wealth of earth
For the joys that fade and flee

But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
This do I long to see,
The bliss untold which your arms enfold
The treasure upon your knee

Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
I toss on a stormy sea,
Oh, lift your Child as a beacon light
To the port where I fain would be

But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ
This do I ask of thee
When the voyage is over
O stand on the shore
And, show Him at last to me.

( Benediction or Holy Mass )