RICH WITH SPIRITS POOR

Your winds Your messengers become
To send your love on angels’ wings,
So Mary can embrace your Son,
And heaven will her praises sing.

With “Yes” receives she Him who comes
To save us all from Satan’s lie,
And Satan’s cords ’round us undone,
As she sees Son with faithful eyes.

Through Jesus she adopts us all—
Her children to forever be—
Are rescued from Old Adam’s fall,
From sin and death to set us free.

To Jesus through His Mother go
All those who step through stable door,
Find Him whose love no boundaries knows:
In Him we’re rich with Spirits poor.