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 favour'd lady,
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Gloria!
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'For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
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All generations laud and honour thee,
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Thy son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
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Most highly favour'd lady,
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Gloria!
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Then gentle 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 favour'd lady,
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Gloria!
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Of her, Emmanuel the Christ, was born,
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In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,
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And Christian folk throughout the world
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will ever say:
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Most highly favour'd lady
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Gloria!
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Gloria!
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Gloria!
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Gabriel's Message
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| Charlotte Church |
