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A Virgin sure of life most pure,
The Lord of her made choice To bear our Saviour in her womb
Men's hearts for to rejoice.
Let men, &c. The Angel then before her stood,
Declaring of those things, And told her that she should conceive
And bear the King of Kings, To save men's souls from Hell beneath
From which we could not fly, For breaking of the Lord's command
Condemn'd he was to die.
Let men, &c. Mary replied, 'Tis wond'rous strange
To hear what thou hast said, I should conceive, being free from sin
And still a spotless maid. The Angel said, 'Tis not by man
That this shall come to pass, But was ordain'd by God at first
Before the world e'er was.
Let men, &c. This glorious Angel she believ'd
That did those tidings bring, And then sang praises in her heart
To God our Heavenly King.
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