Hail glorious Lady, throned on high,
Beyond the moon and starry sky,
For you your own Creator bore
And nursed this child whom we adore.
The ancient prophecy to Eve
Has been fulfilled, for you conceived
And brought forth Christ who from the Tree
Gives us the fruit that sets us free.
Hail, Royal Chamber of the King.
Hail, Gate of Light, of you we sing.
Hail, Morning Star and House of Gold,
In you God's promise still unfolds.
Praise God, the Holy Three in One,
Who clothed this woman with the sun.
Her beauty shines with perfect grace
And draws us into God's embrace.
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