To Nazareth of Galilee,
A town of no renown,
Did God delight to bless and send
His mighty angel down.
To Mary’s home the seraph came,
And greeted Joseph’s spouse—
A righteous man of good repute
From David’s royal house.
“Rejoice and hail O favored one,
But do not be dismayed,
The Lord your God is with you now,
O faithful, virgin maid,
For in your womb, by God’s command,
A child will grow within—
A Saviour for a world that’s lost,
And dead in its own sin.
Christ Jesus you shall call his name,
A gift from God Most High,
To sit on David’s royal throne,
And rule o’er earth and sky.
Forever over Jacob’s house,
A kingdom vast and broad,
Through endless days and matchless praise,
He’ll reign as Son of God!”
“But how can I,” the virgin asked,
“Be given to conceive?
When sin I have not reveled in,
Nor made His Spirit grieve?”
“The Spirit’s pow’r will cover you,”
the messenger replied,
“And grant you what no man can give,
a sacred, holy child.”
“Elizabeth, your barren kin,
Is pregnant just like you,
For nothing is impossible,
For God can all things do.”
And so, the virgin bowed and spoke,
To Yahweh’s will deferred,
“A servant of the Lord I am,
may God fulfill his Word.”