Hail, Mary, highly-favoured, hail! God’s power o’ershadoweth thee,
Blessed amongst all women thou in thy humility!
Yea, rather blessed they who seek Christ’s precepts to fulfil,—
His mother, brethren, sisters, they who know and do His will.
The sages to the infant Saviour bring their offerings meet,
Rich odours fill the perfumed air, gold glitters at His feet;
Oh! happy thus His poverty’s sharp trial to defer,
To minister to Him who came to all to minister!
May we not deem when He in glory comes, th’ eternal Lord
Will all those offerings of faith remember and reward,—