80. Hear thy children, gentlest Mother

Hear thy children, gentlest Mother,

Pray'rful hearts to thee arise;

Hear us while our evening Ave

Soars beyond the starry skies.

Darkling shadows fall around us,

Stars their silent watches keep;

Hush the heart oppress'd with sorrow,

Dry the tears of those who weep.

Hear, sweet Mother, hear the weary,

Borne upon life's troubled sea;

Gentle guiding Star of Ocean,

Lead thy children home to thee.

Still watch o'er us, dearest Mother,

From thy beauteous throne above;

Guard us from all harm and danger,

'Neath thy shelt'ring wings of love.