THE HOLY SOULS
O turn to Jesus, Mother, turn
From a Slovak Hymnal
Arr. by N. A. M.
O turn to Jesus, Mother! Turn,
And call Him by His tenderest names;
Pray for Holy Souls that burn
This hour amid the cleansing flames.
Ah! They have fought a gallant fight;
In death's cold arms they persevered;
And after life's uncherry night,
The arbour of their rest is neared.
They are the children of thy tears;
Then hasten, Mother, to their aid;
In pity think each hour appears
An age while glory is delayed.
O Mary, let thy Son no more
His lingering Spouses thus expect:
God's children to their God restore,
And to the Spirit His elect.
Pray, then, as thou hast ever prayed;
Angels and souls, all look to thee;
God waits thy pray'rs, for He hath made
Those pray'rs His law of charity.