Mother of all that is pure and glad - Our cause of Joy

Mother of all that is pure and glad, all that is bright and blest,
As we have taken our toil to thee, so we will take our rest.
Take thou and bless our holiday, O causa nostrae laetitiae!

Airs that are soft, and a cloudless sky, we would owe all to thee
Speak to thy Son as thou did of old, that feast day in Galilee.
Tell him our needs in thine own sweet way, O causa nostrae laetitiae!

Be with us Mother, from morn till eve, thou and thy blessed Son;
Keep us from all that is grief to you, till the weeks and the months are run
Thine be we still, from day to day, O causa nostrae laetitiae!

Smile upon all that is dear to us, smile on our school and home,
Smile on the days we are passing now, smile on the years to come,
Brighten our work and gladden our play, O causa nostrae laetitiae.

Keep us in all that is blest of God, give us the joys that endure,
Lips that have smiles and words for all, hearts that are kind and pure;
so will thou be by night and day, O causa nostrae laetitiae!

Come when earth’s tears and smiles are o’er, mother of peace and love;
Show to us He who is joy to earth, and joy to the hosts above;
So shall we laugh in the latter day, O causa nostrae laetitiae!