Praise we the Lord this day,
This day so long fore­told,
Whose pro­mise shone with cheer­ing ray
On wait­ing saints of old.

The pro­phet gave the sign
For faith­ful men to read;
A vir­gin born of Da­vid’s line
Shall bear the pro­mised seed.

Ask not how this should be,
But wor­ship and adore,
Like her whom Heav’n’s ma­jes­ty
Came down to sha­dow o’er.

She meek­ly bowed her head
To hear the gra­cious word,
Mary, the pure and low­ly maid,
The fa­vored of the Lord.

Blessèd shall be her name
In all the Church on earth,
Through whom that won­drous mer­cy came,
The in­car­nate Sav­ior’s birth.

Jesus, the vir­gin’s son,
We praise Thee and adore,
Who art with God the Fa­ther One
And Spir­it ev­er­more.