Like the dawning of the morning,
On the mountain's golden heights,
Like the breaking of the moonbeams,
On the gloom of cloudy nights,
Like a secret told by angels,
Getting known upon the earth,
Is the Mother's expectation
Of Messiah's speedy birth!

You were happy, blessèd Mother!
With the very bliss of Heav'n,
Since the angel's salutation
In your raptured ear was giv'n;
Since the Ave of that midnight,
When you were anointed Queen,
Like a river overflowing,
Has the grace within you been.

You have waited, Child of David!
And your waiting now is o'er!
You have seen Him, blessèd Mother!
And will see Him evermore!
Oh, His human face and features!
They were passing Sweet to see:
You behold them all this moment!
Mother, show them now to me.