The Son and His Mother

In stable’s manger You were laid,
     A place where livestock feed–
Laid there by Mother, Virgin Maid,
     Whose Blood in You will bleed.

Her nature that she gives to You
     Will die upon a Cross,
And with her God’s Son will die too–
     In union their lives lost.

But when her Son is raised again—
     Still both in union One—
He leaves in grave our human sin:
     The Devil’s knot undone.

And then He comes as heaven’s food,
     On altar for us lies;
A manger comes from Holy Rood
     Where He for all time died.

His risen life now enters us
     In Body and His Blood:
His Mother’s gift calls forth our trust
     As grace within us floods.