1 Her virgin eyes saw God incarnate born,
when she to Bethl'em came that happy morn:
how high her raptures then began to swell,
none but her own omniscient Son can tell.

2 As Eve, when she her fontal sin reviewed,
wept for herself and all she should include,
blest Mary, with man's Saviour in embrace,
joyed for herself and for all human race.

3 All saints are by her Son's dear influence blest;
she kept the very fountain at her breast:
the Son adored and nursed by the sweet maid
a thousandfold of love for love repaid.

4 Heaven with transcendent joys her entrance graced,
near to his throne her Son his mother placed;
and here below, now she's of heaven possest,
all generations are to call her blest.