The angel Gabriel from Heaven came | |
His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame | |
"All hail", said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary" | |
Most highly favored lady, Gloria | |
"For known a blessed mother thou shalt be | |
All generations laud and honor thee | |
Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold | |
Most highly favored lady," Gloria | |
Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head | |
"To me be as it pleaseth God" she said | |
My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name | |
Most highly favored lady, Gloria, Gloria |