Hlessèd, for thou barest

JESUS in thy womb; Blessed from the manger,

Onwards to the tomb, And since thou returnedst To Saint John's abode;­All shall call thee blessed, Mother of our GOD.

Thinking how the glory, Of the Highest, sat Overshadowing Mary,

Our Magnificat Echoes hers, as meekly From her voice it flowed; All shall call thee blessed, Mother of our GOD.

Hath not GOD ALMIGHTY Done for thee great things? Making thee the mother

Of the KING of kings?

Thou the first to know Him,

Veiled in flesh and blocd!-- All shall call thee blessed, Mother of our GOD.

Yet a higher glory,

Yet a fairer crown, Shines for ever o'er thee,

Than that sweet renown. For thou wast obedient

To the heavenly word!­All shall call thee blessed, Mother of our LORD.

But Thy Praise, O JESUS, Loftier songs employ; Hearts for Thee exulting, Leap within for joy; Joy, that God the FATHER Sent Thee from above; Joy for the o'ershadowing Of the SPIRIT'S Love.