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Lady! Lady!
Upon Heaven-height, / Above the harsh morning / In the mere light.
Above the spindrift / And above the snow, / Where no seas tumble, / And no winds blow.
The twisting tides, / And the perilous sands / Upon all sides / Are in your holy hands.
The wind harries / And the cold kills; / But I see your chapel / Over far hills.
My body is frozen, / My soul is afraid: / Stretch out your hands to me, / Mother and maid.
Mother of Christ, / And Mother of me, / Save me alive / From the howl of the sea.
If you will Mother me / Till I grow old, / I will hang in your chapel / A ship of pure gold.