How we serve
In bowing and leaping
This joy, we have
Bestowed for keeping

How we fight
By word and blood
In chariot with kite
Plaguing the thorn

When we weary
Crossed with thoughts
And world we marry
Ah, a room for dross

Burdens we carry
Weighing just cruel
Though we, a Mary
Impregnated not fuel

Who shall save
Him, riding on waves
Him, we craves
Him shall save