O Virgin Mother of our God, While we thy matchless glories chant, Do thou, in answer to our praise, To us abundant graces grant. We Adam's guilty children are, A sin-infected progeny, Thou art, O Virgin, we believe, Alone from his infection free. The envious dragon's cruel head Thou with thy heel dost trample down, And of a stainless origin Thou only dost the glory own. O Flower of the human race, Who takest Eve's reproach away, Protect us when we cry to thee, Our tottering footsteps deign to stay. From the old serpent's wiles and force, Thy clients mightily defend, That, through thy mercy, they may win Those heavenly joys which never end. Jesus, to Thee be glory given, Whom erst the Virgin-Mother bore, With Father and with Holy Ghost, Through endless ages evermore.