Tag: virgin-mary

Rejoicing With Mary

The Son of One who spreads the heavens broad
Is born of Mary, in a manger laid;
Within our world comes One who is our Lord,
Born with consent of chosen Virgin Maid.

All heaven and all earth with her rejoice
When she receives the Son who saves us all.
He comes to us through Mary’s human choice–
Will come to those on Him through Mary call.

From Jesus and His Father through her “yes”
We then receive their Spirit, brings Him nigh–
Makes every day with them a Christmas fest
As Adam Old in us on His Cross dies.

We rise with Him in stable to us comes,
And earth is taken into heaven’s home. 

Mary and the Face of God

Your mother’s face, oh God, we see    
  Through Mary, your true love:
Time taken to eternity,
     Made sinless from above. 

The cross before her in our time
     Is there in Anna’s womb,
Anticipates “not mine but thine”–
     Her womb an empty tomb.

From Anna’s womb is Mary born
     Without a trace of sin,
The mother of your only Son
     Through whom we’re born again. 

You show your Son a mother’s care
     In Mary’s open arms;
In her we see how You draw near
     To us with mother’s charms.

At foot of cross we’re children made;
     We’re sisters, brothers now.
Our mother is the Spirit’s maid;
     With her we to Son bow.

As your blessed Lady made for Him,
     She’s Your prevenient grace;
Your mother’s love is shown to them
     Who with her seek Your face.

Assumed by You to Your Son’s side,
     Our mother’s there with you;
When we in her Son here abide,
     We’ve heaven in our view.

Through Mary’s mirror we see clear
     Your mother’s image new;
She does for You hold all us dear:
     Reflection true of You. 

Immaculate Mary

Our human nature glorified
     In Christ, Emmanuel:
In Mary’s womb Begotten hides
     With her who never fell.

Now Mary’s nature sanctified
     In union with her Son;
By Spirit’s breath her past is tied
     To Resurrected One.

Immaculate she is conceived
     In mother Anna’s womb;
In perfect heart she then receives
     God’s Son—will rise from tomb,

And when He disappears above,
     He draws all to His side.
To His dear Mother gives His love;
     Her body there abides.

Some day we’ll all with Mary be;
     We’ll stand by New Eve’s side,
For there through all eternity
     Our nature glorified.