Mary, Mother of God

O Mary, you have heard God’s Word and kept
It in your heart for all your children born
Of faith in Him—no longer are forlorn
Because of Him—a friend of Lazarus wept;
He 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 your sweet breast you suckled God as Son
Whose perfect 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.