Holy spotless virgin!
With what praise shall I praise you, I don't know it.
For whom the heavens could not contain,
Did you carry in your lap.
You are blessed among women
And blessed is the fruit of your womb.
Is there a man on all earth who was allowed in grace to become what the Mother of God was?
A lily-pure blossom, marvels of the goodness of God, marvelous before the angels.
Virgin, intact, pure mother, you carried your Savior, your God, in the holy shrine.
O that all things turn, home to you, o mother, would find all the world out of deepest need!
