THE ANGELS' BIRTHDAY SONG TO MARY.


"Thy nativity, O Virgin Mother of God, gives joy to the whole world, because from thee shall rise the Sun of Justice, Christ our Lord."--The Church. Cant. iii. 6: "Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh and frankincense? "

Hail to the Flower of grace divine! 
Heiress, hail of David's line! 
Hail Redemption's heroine! 
Hail to the Virgin pre-elect! 
Hail to the work without defect
Of the supernal Architect! 

Hail to her ordained of old 
Deep in enmities untold, 
Ere the blue waves of ocean rolled, 
Ere the primordial founts had sprung, 
Ere in ether the globe was hung, 
Ere the morning stars had sung! 

Welcome the beatific morn 
When the mother of life was born, 
Whom all lovely gifts adorn! 
What a thrill of ecstatic mirth
Danced along through heaven and earth. 
At the tidings of Mary's birth! 

How was hell to its centre stirred! 
How sang Hades when it heard 
Of her coming, so long deferred! 
Happy, happy, the angel band 
Chosen by Mary's side to stand 
As her defense on either hand! 

Safe beneath their viewless wings 
Mother-elect of the King of kings, 
Fear no harm from hurtful things! 
What though Eden vanished be, 
More than Eden we find in thee! 
Thou our joy and jubilee!

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