The Angel

The An

tion

Hail, Full of Grace! Blessed art thou nuncia-
Among all women. With thee now
The Lord is. He before whom bow
Seraphim, Cherubim.

Mary

I fear. What dost thou seek of me?

The Angel

Fear not! The Lord has honoured thee,
Thou shalt conceive and mother be
Of a most Holy Son.

And Jesus thou shalt call His Name.
He shall be great and of great fame,
Son of the Highest; and the same

Shall reign on David's throne.

His Power and Kingdom shall not end,
Power of the Highest shall descend,
The Holy Ghost shall hover and bend
Above thee, Blessed Maid.

Mary

Behold the handmaid of the Lord!
Be it according to His Word.

Now come, Thou great and golden Bird!
No more am I afraid.

She said, Thy will be done,
And, lo! the Holy One

Took life within her breast.

The trembling Heart of Love

Began to throb and move

Where Love had built His nest.

When many years were gont
He said, Thy will be done,

And, lo! His Passion-Hour

Broke on the world's black night;
The long-desired dawn-light
Oped like a rose-red flower.

Sweet Mother and sweet Son,
Who with, Thy will be done,
Fulfilled the Father's will,

Give to our hearts to say
Ever, although He slay,

His will be blessed still!