Tune: Bristol
(Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes')
Luke 1 v.26-35
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The angel Gabriel was sent
From God, with no relent
To a city in Galilee
Named Nazareth it be
Sent to Mary, a virgin she
Betrothed to Joseph be
Gabriel said, All hail, rejoice
God has made you His choice
You highly favoured, for the Lord
'Tis with you, hear His word
Blesséd are you among women
But she was troubled then
For she did consider what this
Did mean, these words of bliss
Gabriel said to her, Fear not
Favourable your lot
For behold, true, you shall conceive
Bring forth a son, believe
And you shall name Him Jesus for
He shall be great e'ermore
He shall be Son of the Highest
This I to you confessed
And the Lord God shall to Him give
The throne, and He shall live
The throne of His father David
Enemies He shall rid
And He shall reign over the house
Of Jacob (Israel), none shall douse
Shall reign for e'er, of His kingdom
There be no end, each one
Shall acknowledge He is the Lord
The holy living word
This shall be so by the Spirit
By His power, each whit
He shall o'ershadow you, then bear
You the Son of God fair
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2018 03:00
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem on Advent theme in 8.6.8.6. metre. Though originally for the festival of the Annunciation, March 25th, i.e. 9 months before December 25th. A human pregnancy, with a miraculous conceiving.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
I admire how you reminded us of the true biblical story and you did it do awesomely in rhyming scheme and brill content phrasing. Creatively rendered indeed so kudos ..
And merry Xmas in advance.
Pleez do add your thoughts/comment/review under my newest poem too. Always nice to say hi to all here via comments.
Thanks Z.
reads well and looks good on the page.. what more could you ask except to hear it being sung by a full choir.. and I believe you already have one of those, so maybe that's a possibility.. N
Thanks N.
no problem, no worries, my pleasure..
Meoowwooooo! Ya hear my choir N? I've drowned out everyone else in it. People think it's two cats fighting, but that can't be helped. lol. Aww, why I always return from me carol-singing soaking wet? Cos folk chuck buckets of water over me!
I presume because your worth it..
They think it's two cats fighting, so try to shoo them off. I really must stop insulting cats! lol.
why, maybe they are masokitsick cats & they actually like being insulted
Oh lol - and with your job on your profile, N you can see if I have delusions of …...grandeur, or something. I expect I sing OK really. Erm, goodnight now!
You are absolved of all blame, just this once mind.. sleep tight
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