Hail, O Star That Pointest

Hail

O star that point­est

Towards the port of Heav­en

Thou to whom as maid­en

God for Son was giv­en.

When the sa­lu­ta­tion

Gabriel had spok­en

Peace was shed up­on us

Eva’s bonds were brok­en.

Bound by Sa­tan’s fet­ters

Health and vi­sion need­ing

God will aid and light us

At thy gen­tle plead­ing.

Jesu’s ten­der mo­ther

Make thy sup­pli­ca­tion

Unto Him who chose thee

At His in­car­na­tion;

That

O match­less maid­en

Passing meek and low­ly

Thy dear Son may make us

Blameless

chaste and ho­ly.

So

as now we jour­ney

Aid our weak en­dea­vor

Till we gaze on Je­sus

And re­joice for­ev­er.

Father

Son and Spir­it

Three in One con­fess­ing

Give we eq­ual glo­ry

Equal praise and bless­ing.