A glo­ri­ous angel from Hea­ven came
Unto the virgin maid;
Strange news and tidings of great joy
The humble Mary had,
The humble Mary had.

Each mortal man remembers well,
When Christ came down from Heav’n,
’Twas for our sins and wicked ways
His precious blood was giv’n,
His precious blood was giv’n.

Each mortal man remembers well,
When Christ was put to scorn;
He was taken to the judg­ment seat
And crownèd with the thorn,
And crownèd with the thorn.

Each mortal man remembers well,
When Christ our Sav­ior died,
He was cru­ci­fied upon the tree,
With thieves on either side,
With thieves on either side.

Each mortal man remembers well,
How Christ died on the rood,
’Twas for our sins and wicked ways,
Christ shed His precious blood,
Christ shed His precious blood.

Each mortal man remembers well,
When Christ was wrapped in clay,
He was taken to a sepulcher
Where ne­ver man did lay,
Where ne­ver man did lay.

God bless your house, your children, too,
Your cattle and your store;
The Lord increase you day by day,
And give you more and more,
And give you more and more.