Our Lady, St Mary's, Little Walsingham, October 2010
1. Maiden, yet a Mother, Daughter of thy Son, High beyond all other – Lowlier is none; Thou the consummation Planned by God’s decree, When our lost creation Nobler rose in thee!
2. Thus his place preparèd, He who all things made ’Mid his creatures tarried, In thy bosom laid; There his love he nourished, - Warmth that gave increase To the Root whence flourished Our eternal peace.
3. Noon on Sion’s mountain Is thy charity; Hope its living fountain Finds, on earth, in thee: Lady, such thy power, He, who grace would buy Not as of thy dower, Without wings would fly.
4. Nor alone thou hearest When thy name we hail; Often thou art nearest When our voices fail; Mirrored in thy fashion All creation’s good Mercy, might, compassion Grace thy womanhood.
5. Lady, lest our vision, Striving heavenward, fail, Still let thy petition With thy Son prevail, Unto whom all merit, Power and majesty With the Holy Spirit And the Father be.
Dante Alighieri, 1265-1321 tr. Mgr Ronald Knox, 1888-1957