Mother Zion

Come, Father, through Jerusalem
     Love me in Mary’s arms,
For Mary has your bride become
     In her Jerusalem’s charm.

You loved your city Zion fair:
     That city now is found
In Mary, Mother, in Your care;
She is earth’s holy ground.

So pure and fertile is her heart;
     She mothers your own Son.
Through her a perfect mother’s art
     Comes from your Three-In-One.

Then her blessed Son from their shared Tree
     Gave her to faith-filled John.
Now Mother of your Church is she
     And Mother of each one.

Through her your Holy Spirit breathes
     To every sin-lost child,
That each lost child may now receive
     Your Spirit’s mercy mild.

Then take us all to Mary’s lap
     With Son where angels sing,
As new life flows from their Trees sap,
     Borne home on angel’s wings.