O sweetest branch, You bloom from Jesse's stock! How great the mighty power, That divinity Upon a daughter's beauty gazed— An eagle turns his eye Into the sun: As Heaven's Father tended to the Virgin's splendor When he willed his Word In her to be incarnate. For in God's mystic mystery, The Virgin's mind illuminéd, The flower bright—a wonder!— Forth from that Virgin R. when he willed his Word In her to be incarnate. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and the Spirit Holy, as it was in the beginning. As Heaven's Father tended to the Virgin's splendor When he willed his Word In her to be incarnate.