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1 The angel sped on wings of light,
With wondrous tidings laden;
He came from heav'n's unclouded height
To greet a lowly maiden:
2 For God upon her low estate
Had looked with royal favor;
And all earth's kindreds celebrate
The mighty gift He gave her.
3 Oh, awful bliss! that from her womb
Should spring the Uncreated,
The great and holy One, for Whom
The world so long had waited.
4 O Son divine! we fain would trace
Thy mother's steps so lowly,
Her joys and woes, her saintly grace,
Her life so calm and holy.
5 But lo! as all too near we press,
A veil the scene enfoldeth!
No tongue may sings its loveliness,
No eye its peace beholdeth!
6 And as we read with kindling eye
This day's all-gracious story,
The blessèd mother passeth by
And Thine is all the glory!
Amen.
The Hymnal: revised and enlarged as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892
First Line: | The angel sped on wings of light |
Author: | William Walsham How |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |