Virgin, who lovest the poor and lowly,
If the loud cry of a mother's heart
Can ever ascend to where thou art,
Into thy blessed hands and holy,
Receive my prayer of praise and thanksgiving,
Our child who was dead again is living.

O bring me to her; for mine eyes
Are hungry to behold her face;
My very soul within me cries;
My very hands seem to caress her,
To see her, gaze at her, and bless her;
Dear Elsie, child of God and grace,
Elsie, child of God and grace.

Virgin, who lovest the poor and lowly,
Receive my prayer of praise and thanksgiving,
Our child who was dead again is living.