We have come down from heaven’s eternal height,

To smile on thee and bear thee to thy rest.

See in our hands the immortal crown of light,

Designed to grace thy brow, O maiden blest!

Come with us, virgin pure and fair!

Oh! come where saints and martyrs trod;

Come unto joys beyond compare,

Come unto life most fair,

Daughter of God!

Hot burns the fire about thy tender frame,

But far more hotly burns thy holy love;

Soon Christ will call thee to Him by thy name,

And heavenly dews shall soothe thee from above.

An angel comes to set thee free

From every pain; from torture wild.

Behold, the palm descends to thee!

Look up! thy Saviour see,

Great-hearted child!

O virgin-martyr! one brief moment’s pain

Thee shall conduct to heaven beside thy Lord.

Thy death saves France. See! heaven opes again

To her lost children ransomed by thy sword.

To my eternal home I fly;

Angelic faces meet my view

In God’s great Name for France I die!

O Mary, now be nigh!

“Jesu! Jesu!”