She’s wrapped in the warmth of God’s love,
Angels throng round her, vigil they keep,
Over His pure Turtledove.
Earth jubilates with all of creation,
No cloud mars the azure blue sky,
Blest will she be, in each generation,
Chaste all her virginal life.
Created by God, in flawless perfection,
Peerless the soul of this child,
Saved and redeemed by the Cross of salvation,
She’ll know naught of sorrow awhile.
Veiled to the world is God’s little treasure,
Born in a place of no worth,
Conceived full of grace, beyond every measure,
For a Work that will later unfurl.
There’ll be a betrothal, she will be espoused,
She’ll coact* with the Triune God,
Satan’s atremble, hell’s dread is aroused
For she will give flesh to her Lord.
Her fiat will grant her unique dispensations,
She will give a Body to God,
She’ll bear in her womb the Light of all Nations,
Yet a sword will pierce thru’ her heart.