The God whom earth, and sea, and sky,
Adore, and laud, and mag­n­ify,
Who o’er their three­fold fa­bric reigns,
The vir­gin’s spot­less womb con­tains.

The God whose will by moon and sun
And all things in due course is done,
Is borne up­on a maid­en’s breast,
By full­est heav­en­ly grace pos­sessed.

How blest the mo­ther, in whose shrine
The great Ar­ti­fic­er d­ivine,
Whose hand con­tains the earth and sky,
Vouchsafed, as in His ark, to lie!

Blest, in the mes­sage Ga­bri­el brought;
Blest, by the work the Spir­it wrought:
From whom the great De­sire of earth
Took hu­man flesh and hu­man birth.

All hon­or, laud, and glo­ry be,
O Je­su, vir­gin-born, to Thee!
All glo­ry, as is ev­er meet,
To Fa­ther and to Pa­ra­clete.