In Bethlehem, beneath the star’s holy light,
A humble maiden bore a Son one silent night.
Mary, pious, with faith so strong and broad,
Became the Mother of our Lord and God.

Her heart was pure, her spirit full of grace,
Chosen to cradle God’s transcendent face.
In a manger, love and hope were shod,
Through Mary, the Mother of our Lord and God.

Through trials, sorrows, joy, and sacred mirth,
She witnessed miracles, His hallowed birth.
With tender care, His path she gently trod, Devout,
The Mother of our Lord and God.

At Cana, she encouraged His power to unfold,
Turning water into wine, as pure as gold.
In every miracle, her faith would nod,
Trusting in her Son, our Lord and God.

Beneath the cross, in sorrow’s deepest hue,
She stood with courage, steadfast, ever true.
Her heart entwined in suffering’s sharp prod,
Yet faithful still to her Lord and God.

Now crowned in heaven, robed in heaven’s light,
She intercedes for us both day and night.
Hail, Holy Mary, with our praise and laud,
Blessed Mother of our Lord and God.