O glorious Maid, exalted far


O glorious Maid, exalted far
beyond the light of burning star,
from him who made thee thou hast won
grace to be Mother of his Son.

That which was lost in hapless Eve
thy holy Scion did retrieve;
the tear-worn sons of Adam's race
through thee have seen the heavenly place.

Thou wast the gate of heaven's high Lord,
the door through which the light hath poured.
Christians rejoice, for through a Maid
to all mankind is life conveyed!

All honor, laud and glory be,
O Jesus, Virgin-born to thee!
All glory, as is ever meet,
to Father and to Paraclete.


Words: Latin, ninth century;
trans. Percy Dearmer, 1906

Music: Ivyhatch, O amor quam ecstaticus

Meter: LM

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