Of all the wonders God has wrought on earth

From mighty seas unto grand mountains high,

No miracle surpasses that of birth—

A tender mother with her newborn child.

That line from Eden to this hallowed place,

Unbroken through the vagaries of time;

Sweet chain of cradling arms that e’er embrace

Life’s precious gift of love that reigns sublime.

My darling daughter, now you take this trust

Of gentle hands caressing purest love—

This sacred charge that life through love entrusts;

There by each action, Heaven’s gift to prove.

In arms you hold the truth that God commends,

Love born of love that here by love ascends.