Divine and Human

God’s Faithful Maid, you heard His Word and kept
It in your heart for all your children born
Of faith in Him—no longer are forlorn.
In Father’s love, He, friend of Lazarus, wept
And raised His friend, who from a grave then stepped—
Anticipation of that Easter morn
When, raised from grave, He would all time adorn
With His new life in your blessed womb had slept.

At Mother’s breast, you suckled Holy Son
Whose Godly nature with your human joined,
In hypostatic union still distinct,
To suffer and to die and rise as one
And take what Satan had from Him purloined—
As once again our earth to Heaven linked.