OLD NUNS
By James M. Hayes
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well.Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell,But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell;Old nuns whose hearts are young with loveFor Mary’s Son,Old nuns whose prayers for faltering soulsHave victory won,Old nuns whose lives are beautifulWith service done.Their love a loveless world has savedFrom God’s dread rod,The paths where Sorrow walks with SinTheir feet have trod,Their knees have worn the flags that paveThe house of God.Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well;Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell;But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell.
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well.Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell,But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell;Old nuns whose hearts are young with loveFor Mary’s Son,Old nuns whose prayers for faltering soulsHave victory won,Old nuns whose lives are beautifulWith service done.Their love a loveless world has savedFrom God’s dread rod,The paths where Sorrow walks with SinTheir feet have trod,Their knees have worn the flags that paveThe house of God.Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well;Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell;But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell.
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well.Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell,But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell;
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,
She loves them well.
Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floods
Each convent cell,
But fondest falls Our Lady’s smile
Where old nuns dwell;
Old nuns whose hearts are young with loveFor Mary’s Son,Old nuns whose prayers for faltering soulsHave victory won,Old nuns whose lives are beautifulWith service done.
Old nuns whose hearts are young with love
For Mary’s Son,
Old nuns whose prayers for faltering souls
Have victory won,
Old nuns whose lives are beautiful
With service done.
Their love a loveless world has savedFrom God’s dread rod,The paths where Sorrow walks with SinTheir feet have trod,Their knees have worn the flags that paveThe house of God.
Their love a loveless world has saved
From God’s dread rod,
The paths where Sorrow walks with Sin
Their feet have trod,
Their knees have worn the flags that pave
The house of God.
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,She loves them well;Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floodsEach convent cell;But fondest falls Our Lady’s smileWhere old nuns dwell.
Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns,
She loves them well;
Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floods
Each convent cell;
But fondest falls Our Lady’s smile
Where old nuns dwell.