ROSA MYSTICA

ROSA MYSTICA

By Denis A. McCarthy

O Mystic Rose, in God’s fair garden growing,O Mystic Rose, in Heaven’s high courtyard blowing—Make sweet, make sweet the pathway I am going,O Mystic Rose!The darkling, deathward way that I am going,O Mystic Rose!O Rose, more white than snow-wreath in December!O Rose, more red than sunset’s dying ember,My sins forget, my penitence remember,O Mystic Rose!Though all should fail, I pray that thou remember,O Mystic Rose!O Mystic Rose, the moments fly with fleetness;To judgment I, with all my incompleteness—But thou, make intercession by thy sweetness,O Mystic Rose!Be near to soothe and save me by the sweetness,O Mystic Rose!

O Mystic Rose, in God’s fair garden growing,O Mystic Rose, in Heaven’s high courtyard blowing—Make sweet, make sweet the pathway I am going,O Mystic Rose!The darkling, deathward way that I am going,O Mystic Rose!O Rose, more white than snow-wreath in December!O Rose, more red than sunset’s dying ember,My sins forget, my penitence remember,O Mystic Rose!Though all should fail, I pray that thou remember,O Mystic Rose!O Mystic Rose, the moments fly with fleetness;To judgment I, with all my incompleteness—But thou, make intercession by thy sweetness,O Mystic Rose!Be near to soothe and save me by the sweetness,O Mystic Rose!

O Mystic Rose, in God’s fair garden growing,O Mystic Rose, in Heaven’s high courtyard blowing—Make sweet, make sweet the pathway I am going,O Mystic Rose!The darkling, deathward way that I am going,O Mystic Rose!

O Mystic Rose, in God’s fair garden growing,

O Mystic Rose, in Heaven’s high courtyard blowing—

Make sweet, make sweet the pathway I am going,

O Mystic Rose!

The darkling, deathward way that I am going,

O Mystic Rose!

O Rose, more white than snow-wreath in December!O Rose, more red than sunset’s dying ember,My sins forget, my penitence remember,O Mystic Rose!Though all should fail, I pray that thou remember,O Mystic Rose!

O Rose, more white than snow-wreath in December!

O Rose, more red than sunset’s dying ember,

My sins forget, my penitence remember,

O Mystic Rose!

Though all should fail, I pray that thou remember,

O Mystic Rose!

O Mystic Rose, the moments fly with fleetness;To judgment I, with all my incompleteness—But thou, make intercession by thy sweetness,O Mystic Rose!Be near to soothe and save me by the sweetness,O Mystic Rose!

O Mystic Rose, the moments fly with fleetness;

To judgment I, with all my incompleteness—

But thou, make intercession by thy sweetness,

O Mystic Rose!

Be near to soothe and save me by the sweetness,

O Mystic Rose!


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