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 Holy Maiden Mary
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Most highly favored lady
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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 Emmanuel by seers foretold
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Most highly favored 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 favored 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 all ye men throughout the world will ever say
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Most highly favored lady
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Gloria
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Gabriel's Message
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