Hail, Dwelling Chaste and Pure

Hail, dwelling chaste and pure, Hail, dwelling chaste and pure, Where one can sense the presence Of a soul so pure, divine! What wealth within such poverty, What joy within these humble walls! What wealth, What wealth within such poverty, What joy within these humble walls! O Nature, here you made her beautiful! Here beneath your wings this child has slept, And grown beneath your watchful eyes! Here with your gentle breath You wrapped her like a tender flower. You brought to bloom a woman's grace From heaven's own angel bright! It is here! Yes... it is here! Hail, dwelling chaste and pure, Hail, dwelling chaste and pure, Where one can sense the presence Of a soul so pure, divine! Hail! Hail, dwelling chaste and pure, Where one can sense the presence Of a soul so pure And divine!