Virginis Proles, Opifexque Matris (Son of a Virgin, Maker of Thy Mother)
Son of a Virgin, Maker of Thy Mother, Thou, Rod and Blossom from a Stem unstainèd, Now while a Virgin fair of fame we honor, Hear our devotion! Lo, on Thy handmaid fell a twofold blessing, Who, in her body vanquishing the weakness, In that same body, grace from heaven obtaining, Bore the world witness. Death, nor the rending pains of death appalled her; Bondage and torment found her undefeated: So by the shedding of her blood attained she Heavenly guerdon. Fountain of mercy, hear the prayers she offers; Purge our offences, pardon our transgressions, So that hereafter we to Thee may render Praise with thanksgiving. Thou, the All-Father, Thou, the One-Begotten, Thou, Holy Spirit, Three in One co-equal, henceforth Thine through all the ages, World without ending.
