Him whom the skies, the earth, the sea
Confess, adore, de­clare,
Lord of that three­fold re­gen­cy,
Behold a vir­gin bear!

Him whom the light, and time, and space
Obey, and own His reign,
Behold, in­dued with heav’n­ly grace,
An earth­ly maid con­tain!

O blest was she, that vir­gin bland,
Whom He, the Lord of all,
That grasps yon con­cave in His hand,
His mo­ther deigned to call.

Blest, whom the an­gel hailed, on whom
The Ho­ly Ghost came down;
Whose Son, de­sired their health to come,
Their health the na­tions own!

But blest, more blest than she, are they
By whom His will is done,
Who hear His pre­cepts, and ob­ey
The Fa­ther in the Son.

To Thee, eter­nal Son of God,
Here born of low­ly maid,
Is glo­ry in the God­head owned,
To Thee be glo­ry paid!