Virginis Proles Opifexque matris

O Thou thy Mother’s Maker, hail!
Hail, Virgin-born! to Thee;
To-day a Virgin’s death we sing
A Virgin’s victory.

O doubly blest! to whom was given
Martyr and Virgin too,
At once to triumph over death,
And her frail sex subdue.

O’er fear, o’er thousand forms of pain,
Victorious she stood!
And won the everlasting heights
In streams of her own blood.

Oh, through her prayers our sins forgive,
All good and gracious King
So purified in heart may we
Thy praise eternal sing.

All glory to the Father be;
Praise to his only Son;
With Thee, who dost from both proceed,
While endless ages run.