The Mother-Maid with joyous feet
Her friend, John’s mother, goes to greet;
He, stirring in the enclosing womb,
Declares that Christ his Lord has come.
The Word, who ere the worlds began,
From God the Father’s thought forth ran,
Of Mary, Virgin undefiled,
For us is born a mortal child.
Christ to the temple courts they bring;
The King’s own law subjects the King;
The world’s Redeemer for a price
Is there redeemed, our sacrifice.
The joyful Mother finds once more
The Son she mourned as lost before;
While doctors by his speech were shown
The mysteries they had never known.
The Mount of Olives witnesseth
The awful agony of God:
His soul is sorrowful to death,
His sweat of blood bedews the sod.
And now the traitor’s work is done:
The clamorous crowds around him surge;
Bound to pillar, God the Son
Quivers beneath the blood-red scourge.
Lo! clad in purple soiled and worn,
Meekly the Saviour waiteth now
While wretches plait the cruel thorn
To crown with shame his royal brow.
Sweating and sighing, faint with loss
Of what hath flowed from life’s red fount,
He bears the exceeding heavy cross
Up to the verge of Calvary’s mount.
Nailed to the wood of ancient curse,
Between two thieves the sinless one
Still praying for his murderers,
Breathes forth his soul, and all is done!
Glory to thee, and honour meet,
Jesu, of Maiden-Mother born,
And Father and the Paraclete,
Through endless ages of the morn!
Now Christ, the conqueror of death,
Breaks sin’s enslaving chain,
And rising from the tomb returns,
And opens heaven again.
Awhile beheld by mortal men,
He rises from their sight;
Ascending to the Father’s throne,
He reigns in equal light.
His promised gift unto his own
He sends forth from above,
And rains the Holy Spirit down
In fiery tongues of love.
The Virgin, freed of mortal weight,
Is borne than stars yet higher,
And with glad melody is hailed
By each angelic choir.
Our Mother’s gentle brow now shines
With crown in starry sheen,
As nigh her Son, in light enthroned,
She reigns creation’s Queen.
O Jesu, born of Virgin bright,
All glory be to thee,
With Father and with Paraclete,
Through all eternity.
The original author of this blog passed away in July of 2016. RIP Father Carota.