E’en heaven itself God set aside
In Maiden Mother to abide,
To clothe himself in earthly clay,
Our Ransomer, for men to slay.
The Maiden brought him forth to light
To save us from our sorry plight;
He bought us with his very Blood
On Cross ‘mid pain in cruel flood.
May joyful hope, – a welcome guest,
Drive terror forth from every breast:
Our tears and prayers the Son will heed
If Mother for us intercede.
The Son accepts the Mother’s prayer;
Where rest her wishes, his are there.
Then let us love her each and all
And in the strife upon her call.
Be glory to the Three-in-One
Who ‘riched the Virgin with the Son;
To God in heaven let earth upraise
Through age on age a hymn of praise.
– From: An Approved English Translation of the Breviarium Romanum, Burns & Oates, London, 1964