O Stella Jacob fulgida

Star of Jacob, ever beaming
With a radiance all divine!
’Mid the stars of highest Heaven
Glows no purer ray than thine.

All in stoles of snowy brightness,
Unto thee the Angels sing;
Unto thee the virgin choirs,
Mother of th’ eternal King!

Joyful in thy path they scatter
Roses white and lilies fair;
Yet with thy chaste bosom’s whiteness,
Rose nor lily may compare.

Oh! that this low earth of ours,
Answering th’ angelic strain,
With thy praises might re-echo,
Till the Heav’ns replied again.

Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
Be to Thee, O Virgin’s Son!
With the Father and the Spirit,
While eternal ages run.