1 Wisdom from on high is dawning.
Even now a golden ray
shines into a world of shadows
from the realms of endless day.
Hidden womb who birthed the heavens
in the womb now hides away.

2 In her heart the joy of heaven,
in her hands the poor of earth,
on her back all human sorrow,
in her laugh all human mirth.
God most human, God most holy,
God incarnate comes to birth.

3 All creation stands in wonder
as her glory fills the sky.
Down in adoration falling,
we her children raise the cry:
She who is and was and evermore shall be,
alleluia! God most high!