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 # Mary, That Mother Mild 1. Mary, that Mother mild, Sped, with her heav'nly Child, To-day from Bethlehem Unto Hierusalem: She to the temple there Babe Jesus needs must bear; 2. Would at the Law's behest, Present her first-born blest, And to the priest full fain There offer turtles twain, And thus redeem thereby The world's Redeemer high. 3. Hard by, at God's command, Good Symeon did stand The old man fondly press'd The Infant to his breast,- The Christ expected long, The burthen of his song. 4. "Lord, suffer now thy thrall To fare in peace withal, For why mine eyes have seen My Saviour Christ,- I mean, The Gentiles' candle bright, And Israel's delight. 5. Set is this Child divine A stumbling-block and sign, For fall and rise again Of many a Jew, certain: And, Mother, for thy part, A sword shall pierce thine heart." 6. A prophetess then came, And Anna was her name: Of Mary's gentle Boy, Spake she with holy joy;- E'en so, Christ-child, draw near, Our souls in such-wise cheer. 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 #