Heavenly Queen, God’s flaming fire
Blazed in the bush on Mt. Horeb;
Similarly, the Spirit gloriously glows
Like a candle as baby Jesus is conceived.
His Divine Majesty fills you bountifully
With the finest of all fruits;
More valuable than millions of mountains
Of glistening gold nuggets.
As the beautiful Babe is born, the Light
Of the world shines forth in a remarkable way;
In heavenly humility, the sweet Savior
Shines as the miraculous Morning Star.
Modest, mild Mother of God, you are
A precious, priceless pearl of purity;
Pray that, like you, I may find rest on
The ineffable, indelible isle of innocence.