Gabriel's Message | |
| 1. The angel Gabriel from Heaven came, | 3. Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head |
| His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; | "To me be as it pleaseth God," she said. |
| "All hail," said he, "thou lowly maiden Mary, | "My soul shall laud and magnify His holy name, |
| most highly favour'd lady." | most highly favour'd lady." |
| Gloria! | Gloria! |
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| 2. "For know, a blessed mother thou shalt be, | 4. Of her Emmanuel the Christ was born |
| All generations laud and honour thee, | In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn, |
| Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold, | And Christian folks throughout the world will ever say, |
| most highly favour'd lady." | "Most highly favour'd lady." |
| Gloria! | Gloria! |
