O Glorious God, All Praise to Thee,
our race upheld by Your She,
thanks to you for creating her
so Light her image in history.
O Loving King, a great Queen you made her
as your Lady would have to be,
Yet herself thinking only of Love
which bound her always to Thee.
O Most High God whose Son is Our Lord
sprung by Your Will sweetly from her womb,
Immaculate Conception, virgin birth, pure Mary
without darkness before birth, and still no tomb.
O Shining Light to our world,
Son resplendent in the Morning Star,
named after her was Francis in a later day
his way still shining from afar.
O Gate of Heaven, Star of the sea,
hold us close to your breast
for the world clutches at us with dark, cruel claws;
in you, His She, may we find His rest.
Brother Not sfo