Mary, daughter of your son,
Mother of Jesus and our Mother,
Virgin, Virgin of marvels.
Mary, you are the creature
who gave birth to the Creator,
you are the servant who conceived the Lord.
Mary, daughter of your son…
Mary, formed from earth,
you are the glorious image,
the glorious image of heaven.
Mary, daughter of your son…
Mary, lowliest of women
yet you are high beyond all others,
you are the daughter of God,
and yet you are his Mother,
you are the daughter of God,
and yet you are his Mother,
Virgin, Virgin of marvels.
Mary, daughter of your son…

Like the impulse of rage against the enemy,
like the impulse of love towards the beloved,
so is my impulse towards you,
you, the Immortal One, fullness of the world!
You are the way! How marvellous it is!
You are the way! You are love!
You are the way! You are the path!
You are the way! You are the life!
You are the way! You are the truth!
You are the life!
You gave yourself to me without reservation,
and full of mildness, you diminished your greatness
that I might not tremble at your sight –
you, the Immortal One, fullness of the world!
You are the way…
You became like me, that I might learn to know you:
you took a form like mine, that I might receive you.
You became sin for me,
full of mercy,
that my sins
might not turn me away from you.
You are the way...
God, who created me when I was not,
knew everything that I would do;
So he took pity on me,
and in his mercy
he ordained that I beg him
for his nature.
You are the way…