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The angel Gabriel from Heaven came |
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His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame |
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"All hail," said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary |
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Most highly favored lady, gloria |
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For know a blessed mother thou shalt be |
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All generations laud and honor thee |
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Thy Son shall be Emanuel, by seers foretold |
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Most highly favored lady, gloria" |
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Then gently Mary meekly bowed her head |
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"To me be as it pleaseth God," she said |
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"My soul shall laud and magnify His holy name" |
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Most highly favored lady, gloria |
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Of her, Emanuel, the Christ was born |
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In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn |
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And everyone throughout the world forever said |
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"Most highly favored lady, gloria" |
