Saint Pauls School - Memoirs Yearbook (Havre Boucher, Nova Scotia Canada)

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9'. , f I S OF MOTHERMARY . Lest ard 'best are our memories of Mary. Daily in the - Presence of her Eucharistic .Son we said her rosa:ryli, we chanted her 1:tta.ny, her Magnificst. We dvamatized some of e greet events :Ln her life. Snetehes of her hxgmne re-echo in our hearts:--. - '5 gifts are strewm along my way . A A 'me sends upon the great ses. shone. Shine on our pathway, fair Star of the Sea. In all doubts, I fly to thee for guidance, 'Mother tell me what am I to do? ' Oh we love thee M Q Trastirg all to thai? N ' We praised our sinlessb Mother with all the ,joyous exu- gggixee of for j.sn't Biary our Mother - Our Mother of Perpetual . From all her beautiful titles and hymns we've chosen Our Lady of,Perpetue1 Help to grace these pages. We're old enough to know that at times the arrows of life fall thick and fest out 'deep un sung to the quick. Every truly cm-iezisn life win have its sor- rowful nnrsterzlesu, for without, the dark how could we appreciate the light! When the heart is bruised and bleeding, and weary of the strife, then it is that vre'11 realize why God broke H s sinless Mother'e heart,- ' That it might wider- be , t . To hide and shelter me. ' ' Dear Mother of Perpetual Help we make our' offering now of 'fwhat is yet to be . .With you we say our fiat , trusting all to thee. Beyond the horizons of time and space we look, to the 5:01188 that are to come- Eye hath not -seen, nor ear heard neither th it entered into the heart of men what good things God has prepared for those that love Him. s A , I . We'11 pray togetherz- ' Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, Thisdo I asksof theeg , when the voyage is o'er- y Stand on the shore And show Him, thyself, to me. ' s

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1 OUR LADY OF PERPETUAL HELP Lady from thy sacred image with those eyes so sadly sweet Mother of Perpetual Succour, see us kneeling at thy feet. In thine arms, thy Child thou bearest Source of all our joy and woe, What thy bliss, how deep thy sorrow, Mother, thou alone canst know On thy face He is not gazing, nor on us, he's turned His glance But His anxious look He fixes on the Cross, the Reed and Lance. To thfy hand His Hands are clinging As a child would cling in fear ' At the vision of the torments and the Passion drawing near. And for Him thine eyes are pleading as to us they look and cry, Sinners, spare my Child, your Saviour, seek not Him to crucifyf' Yes, we hear thy voice, sweet Mother But, poor sinners, we are weak. At thy feet, thy helpless children, thy Perpetual Succour seek.

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I RE.MS ACIUD . '. Q w Our Advarftisars han made: this Year Book 8.'13088ibi1itYa We are deeply grateful for their interest. and sincerely hope that our mam' frienrlsv will help ue to show our appreciatioix by reaiiirg me followzixg pages ana by pm... ronizirg the' advertisers. Wkkikiiikkkiiiiv