Shall we not love thee, Mother dear,
Whom Jesus loves so well?
And to his glory, year by year,
Thy joy and honor tell?
For thee he chose from whom to take
True flesh his flesh to be;
In it to suffer for our sake,
By it to make us free.
Thy babe, he lay upon thy breast,
To thee he cried for food;
Thy gentle nursing soothed to rest
Th'incarnate Child of God.
Joy to be Mother of the Lord,
And thine the longed-for bliss,
Proclaiming God's surprising Word
Which shall all wrong dismiss.
As Jesus loves thee, Mother dear,
We too will love thee well;
And to his glory, year by year,
Thy joy and honor tell.
Henry Williams Baker, 1868; alt.
Tune: ANGMERING (C.M.)
C. H. H. Parry, 1902
P.S. - This is Leonardo da Vinci's painting of the Annunciation (1475)
Seven Years Ago: Great Gabriel sped on wings of light
Six Years Ago: Away! with loyal hearts and true
Three Years Ago: Praise we the Lord this day
One Year Ago: Today the angel comes, the same
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