O Lady , high in glory,
Whose daughter, ever blest,
Fed the high Sovereign of the skies,
At her maternal breast

What we had lost in Eva
Thy Virgin Child restores,
Opening to us in Christ anew,
The everlasting doors.

O, shower grace and pardon,
Dear heir of endless fame,
On us and all who memory keep
Of thy immortal name.

To Him, the world's salvation!
Whom Anna's daughter bore,
Be with the Father and the Spirit
All glory evermore.