Oh sing again of her,

The shield maiden of the cross

She free of vanity

Her battlefield she crossed.

Oh tell again of her courage

Her humble peasant faith

That placed heaven itself into her arms

And quieted that debate.

How swift of foot that nimble soul

An eagle high that yields to the wind

How she soared, to follow Him, and

How she still flies,

soaring,

By His side.

Her eyes may pierce the fallen

Her eyes so like Her sons,

She has been given leave to bring warning,

To every country, every people, everyone.

She calls us little children,

For the expanses of her heart

In knowing and Loving Christ,

To us would seem Frightful Depths,

And we would miss its delight…

That even this great Lady,

Is but a dove in the Lord’s magnificence,

She is our shield maiden of eternity,

And is defiant to all our indifference.