For His Sake
O Blessed Mother
I kiss your cheek
More fair then morning sun
Please Mother sweet
Unstick your feet
And to God's throne do run!
And take this kiss
From my cold lips
Stained from that fruit of mold
O Mother dear
Please hold it near
And turn it into gold!
And go to Him
And hold Him close
Against your tender breast
And on His cheek
So calm and meek
Let my kiss find its rest.