Companions, all sing loudly
In praise of Mary dear,
Look up and bear each proudly,
The day of days is near.
On high't was told this story,
That Mary but a maid,
Should bear the King of Glory,
In lowliness array'd.

Say, Mary, of salvation,
Who brought these tidings nigh,
This news of exaltation,
Whence comes it us anigh?
The angel Gabri'l spake us,
on entering this house,
That God shall not forsake us,
But ransom, by His cross.

Believest thou the angel,
O Mary, tell us true,
What answer gav'st thou Gabri'l
Of joy for that ye knew?
The Lord of heav'n be praised,
Both now and evermore,
let songs of joy be raised,
Come hither and adore.