Sounds of joy

Sounds of joy have put to flight
All the sadness of the night:
Now a maid beyond compare
Hears her praises fill the air:
Virgo maría.

Who is she whom angels sing,
Making all creation ring?
She it is who wins our praise,
As on earth our voice we raise:
Virgo maría.

Queen of virgins, maiden mild,
Hear me, take me for your child.
Ever my protector be;
Bring eternal life to me:
Virgo maría.

Mighty godhead, three in one,
While eternal ages run,
Look to mary, full of grace,
And forgive the human race:
Virgo maría.