1 Praise we the Lord this day,
This day so long foretold,
Whose promise shone with cheering ray
On waiting saints of old.
2 The prophet gave the sign
For faithful folk to read:
A virgin, born of David's line,
Shall bear the promised seed.
3 Ask not how this should be,
But worship and adore
Like her whom God's own majesty
Came down to shadow o'er.
4 She meekly bowed her head
To hear the gracious word:
Hail, Mary, pure and lowly maid,
The favored of the Lord.
5 How blest shall be her name
In all the Church on earth!
Through her that wondrous myst'ry came,
The incarnate Savior's birth.
6 Praise Christ, the Virgin's Son,
Whom earth and heav'n adore,
With Father, Spirit, Three in One
Both now and evermore.
Source: RitualSong (2nd ed.) #973
|First Line:||Praise we the Lord this day|
|Title:||Praise We the Lord This Day|
|Source:||Hymns for the Festivals and Saints' Days, 1846|