1.
Maiden yet a mother,
Daughter of your Son,
High beyond all other,
Lowlier is none;
You the consummation
Planned by God’s decree,
When our lost creation
Nobler rose in you!
2.
Thus his day prepared,
He who all things made
mid his creature tarried,
In your bosom laid;
There his love he nourished,
Warmth that gave increase
To the root whence flourished
Our eternal peace.
3.
Noon on Zion’s mountain
Is your charity;
Hope its living fountain
Finds, on earth, in you:
Lady, such your power,
He, who grace would buy
Not as of your power,
Without wings would fly.
4.
Nor alone you hear us,
When your name we hail;
Often you are near us,
When our voices fail;
Mirrored in your fashion,
All creation’s good,
Mercy, might, compassion,
Grace your womanhood.
5.
Lady, lest our vision,
Striving heavenward, fail,
Still let your petition,
With your Son prevail,
Unto whom all merit,
Power and majesty,
With the Holy Spirit,
And the Father be.
Catholic Hymn: Maiden Yet A Mother