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O Lady whom the stars adorn
O Star that shone in sunless hour
Light of those now oft forlorn
Winter’s rose, unfrosted flower

Clear were those stars upon that eve
Thyself thy God did bring to earth
And Greatest Gift of God receive
Upon that night of Holy Birth

O Maria! mother purest maid!
Look kindly on thy knights in gold
To Christendom’s Citadel swift bring aid!
The help of Him Whom thou behold

And lastly we pray in the vale of tears
Save those whose life is yet unborn
Keep safe the passing of the years
For those who wait before the morn