Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Gabriel From Heaven King 1. Gabriel, from Heaven-King Sent to the Maide sweete, Brout hir blisful tidings And fiar he gan he greete: 'Heil be thu, gull of grace aright! For Godes Son, this Heven-Light For mannes love Will man bicome And take Fles of thee, Maide Bright, Manken free for to make Of sen and devles might. 2. Mildelich him gan andswere The milde Maid thanne: 'Wichewise sold ich bere A child withute manne?' Th'angel hir seid: 'Ne dred tee nout; Thurw th'Oligast sal bewen iwrout This ilche thing Warof tiding Ich bringe; Al manken wurth ibout Thurw thing sweet childinge And Ut of pine ibrout.' 3. Wan the Maiden understood And th'angels wordes herde, Mildelich, with milde mood, To th'angel hie andswerde:"' 'Ure Lords thewe maid iwis Ich am, that heer aboven is; Anentis me Fulfurthed be Thi sawe That ich, sith his wil is, A maid, withute lawe, Of moder have the blis.' 4. Th'angel went awei mid than Al ut of hire sighte; Hire womb arise gan Thurw th'Oligastes mighte. In hir wes Crist bilok anon, Sooth God, sooth man in fles and bon, And of hir fles Ibore wes At time, Warthurw us kam good won; He bout us ut of pine, And let him for us slon. 5. Maiden-Moder makeles, Of milce ful ibunde, Bid for us him that tee ches, At wam thu grace funde, That he forgive us sen and wrake, And clene of evri gelt us make, And heven-blis, Wan ur time is To sterve, Us give, for thine sake, Him so here for to sere That heus to him take. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #