| The angel Gabriel from Heaven came | |
| His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame | |
| "All hail", said he, "Thou lowly maiden Mary" | |
| Most highly favored lady, Gloria | |
| "For known a blessed mother thou shalt be | |
| All generations laud and honor thee | |
| Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold | |
| Most highly favored lady," Gloria | |
| Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head | |
| "To me be as it pleaseth God" she said | |
| My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name | |
| Most highly favored lady, Gloria, Gloria |