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VI—Her Annunciation
Hear ye the message, God's earth and the heavens of His might,
Borne by the angel who stands in the infinite light?
Here on the brows of her, here on the breast of her,
Strike her, God's glory, and smite.
Borne by the angel who stands in the infinite light?
Here on the brows of her, here on the breast of her,
Strike her, God's glory, and smite.
How can such terrible worship and honour be laid,
Burden of awe and of anguish, of sorrow and shade,
Weighty on brows of her, heavy on heart of her,
Poor little Nazarene Maid?
Burden of awe and of anguish, of sorrow and shade,
Weighty on brows of her, heavy on heart of her,
Poor little Nazarene Maid?
Nay, but the power of the Highest will shadow her o'er;
Burning with God, unconsumed by the Flame evermore,
Sharp be her anguish, and bitter her trouble, and
Mighty her sorrow and sore,
Burning with God, unconsumed by the Flame evermore,
Sharp be her anguish, and bitter her trouble, and
Mighty her sorrow and sore,
God is the infinite Sea on whose waves undefied
Into the port of His will this beloved shall ride,
Hope for the nations and healing and joy for them
Blessedly borne in her side.
Into the port of His will this beloved shall ride,
Hope for the nations and healing and joy for them
Blessedly borne in her side.
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