O Strange Wonder
O strange wonder, great and marvelous! * For the fount of life is * laid within a sepulchre; * a ladder to Heaven’s heights * doth the small grave become. * Be glad, O Gethsemane, * thou sanctuary of her that gave birth to God. * Ye faithful, let us cry out, * possessing as our commander great Gabriel: * Maiden full of grace, rejoice thou, * with thee is the Lord our God, * Who abundantly granteth * His great mercy to the world through thee.