Maiden, yet a Mother,\nDaughter of thy Son,\nHigh beyond all other -\nLowlier is none;\nThou the consummation\nPlanned by God’s decree,\nWhen our lost creation\nNobler rose in thee!\n2. Thus his place preparèd,\nHe who all things made\n‘Mid his creatures tarried\nIn thy bosom laid;\nThere his love he nourished, -\nWarmth that gave increase\nTo the root whence flourished\nOur eternal peace.\n3. Noon on Sion’s mountain\nIs thy charity;\nHope its living fountain\nFinds, on earth, in thee:\nLady, such thy power,\nHe, who grace would buy\nNot as of thy dower,\nWithout wings would fly.\n4. Nor alone thou hearest\nWhen thy name we hail;\nOften thou art nearest\nWhen our voices fail;\nMirrored in thy fashion\n90\nAll creation’s good;\nMercy, might, compassion\nGrace thy womanhood.\n5. Lady, lest our vision,\nStriving heavenward, fail,\nStill let thy petition\nWith thy Son prevail,\nUnto whom all merit\nPower and majesty\nWith the Holy Spirit\nAnd the Father be.