We ponder Your eternal gift
Of Son within a stable laid
To all of us to heaven lift–
A gift through Mary, faithful maid.
We come to Him by her word, “Yes,”
Receive Your Spirit to her gave,
As we our sins to You confess;
You bury them in Your Son’s grave.
And then on Easter we believe,
Yet not through sight of our own eyes,
But through the faith of one conceived
Your Son–in her crushed Satan’s lies.
On Pentecost in Upper Room,
In faithfulness with her we wait.
Her presence there dispels our gloom
And opens for us heaven’s gate.
Then with a mighty rush of wind
Your Spirit enters, forms Your own;
Through Mary’s heart to You we bend
As in her womb new seeds are sown.
We all become her children now;
She is the Mother of us all.
Forever to You we all bow;
We, through her Son, You Father call.
To heaven with You she’s assumed–
Awaits us all to join her there
Where each of us is born anew,
And Jesus in our hearts we bear.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 