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Children of the Mother Mara
Safely in Her bosom gather
Neither bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e'er was given
Mara's own are tender nourished
In her many hands they flourish
From all evil things she spares them
In her mighty arms she bears them
Neither life nor death shall ever
From Mara her children sever
Ever unto them grace she shows
And their every sorrow she knows
Though she gives or sometimes takes
She her children ne'er forsakes
Mara's loving purpose only
To preserve them pure and holy
Lo, their very hairs she numbers
And all daily cares encumbers
Them that share all Mara's blessings
And her help in woes distressing
Praise Mara in joyful numbers
Your Protector never slumbers
At the will of your defender
Every foe man must surrender
Children of the Mother Mara
Safely in Her bosom gather
Neither bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e'er was given
