Mother of the Forsaken, look kindly on me; ‘Tis the voice of thy child that is calling on Thee. If you shouldst forsake me, ah, where should I go? My comfort and hope in this valley of woe. When the world and its dangers with terror I see. Sweet hope comes to cheer me in pointing to Thee. In sorrow, in darkness, be still at my side; My light and my refuge, my guard and my guide. Though snares should surround me, yet why should I fear? I know I am weak, but my Mother is near.