Hail, O star that point­est
Towards the port of Hea­ven,
Thou to whom as maid­en
God for Son was giv­en.

When the sa­lu­ta­tion
Gabriel had spok­en,
Peace was shed up­on us,
Eva’s bonds were brok­en.

Bound by Sa­tan’s fet­ters,
Health and vi­sion need­ing,
God will aid and light us
At thy gen­tle plead­ing.

Jesu’s ten­der mo­ther,
Make thy sup­pli­ca­tion
Unto Him who chose thee
At His in­car­na­tion;

That, O match­less maid­en,
Passing meek and low­ly,
Thy dear Son may make us
Blameless, chaste and ho­ly.

So, as now we jour­ney
Aid our weak en­dea­vor,
Till we gaze on Je­sus,
And re­joice for­ev­er.

Father, Son and Spir­it,
Three in One con­fess­ing,
Give we eq­ual glo­ry,
Equal praise and bless­ing.