O glorious Virgin ‘throned on high
Above the star-illumined sky,
There to ordained, thy person lent;
to thy Creator nourishment.

Through thy dear off-spring we receive
The bliss once lost through hapless Eve;
And heav’n to mortals open lies,
Now thou art Portal of the skies.

Thou art the door of heav'n's high king,
Of light the pathway glistening.
Ye ransomed nations, hail to heav'n
Our life-spring through a Virgin giv'n.

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