Mother of God

Mother of God, and daughter of thy Son, yet mother mine;
The lady of thy Lord, the Holy one, thy child divine;
Show me thy wondrous babe, O mother maid, foretold of yore;
The treasure on thy virgin bosom laid let me adore.

Mother of God, commend me to thy Son, as here I bend;
And O, commend me when my task is done and life shall end;
Within thy out stretched hands I leave my heart, pure maid, with Thee;
A worthless gift from which Thou wilt not part eternally.