Sounds of joy HymnSounds of joy have put to flight All the sadness of the night: Now a maid beyond compare Hears her praises fill the air: Virgo Marķa.
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 Marķa.
Queen of virgins, Maiden mild, Hear me, take me for your child. Ever my protector be; Bring eternal life to me: Virgo Marķa.
Mighty Godhead, Three in One, While eternal ages run, Look to Mary, full of grace, And forgive the human race: Virgo Marķa. |