The Church Hymnal ‎#151

151. The angel sped on wings of light

1 The angel sped on wings of light,
With wondrous tidings laden;
He came from heav'n's unclouded height
To greet a lowly maiden:

2 For God upon her low estate
Had looked with royal favour;
And all earth's kindreds celebrate
The mighty Gift He gave her.

3 O awful bliss! that from her womb
Should spring the Uncreated,
The great and holy One, for Whom
The world so long had waited.

4 O Son Divine! we fain wold trace
Thy mother's steps so lowly,
Her joys and woes, her saintly grace,
Her life so calm and holy.

5 But lo! as all too near we press,
A veil the scene enfoldeth;
No tongue may sing its loveliness,
No eye its peace beholdeth!

6 And as we read with kindling eye
This day's all-gracious story,
The blessed mother passeth by,
And Thine is all the glory!

Text Information

• First Line: The angel sped on wings of light
• Author: W. W. How
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1920
• Topic: Holy Days: The Annunciation

Tune Information

• Name: MITTIT
• Composer: A. W. Malim
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.
• Key: A♭ Major