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Annunciation (How Pure, how frail and white)
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X | X | S. N. D. | 1885 | Ora pro me (Ave Maria, Bright and Pure) |
Duett | piano or organ | Words by Adelaide Anne Procter | ||
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X | X | S. N. D. | 1885 |
Annunciation (How Pure, how frail and white) |
solo & duett or 2-part chorus | piano or organ | Words by Adelaide Anne Procter |
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X | X | S. N. D. | 1885 |
Annunciation (How pure, how frail and white) |
in various hymnals | NS | |||||||
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X | X | P. | Sleath | 1910 |
Annunciation (How pure, how frail and white) |
in 1910 St. Mark's Hymnal | NS |
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music by S. N. D. = Sister(s) of Notre
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Lyrics in the song: |
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| (1) How pure, how frail, and white, The _ snow-_ drops _ shine! Ga-_ ther a gar-land bright, For _ Ma-_ ry's _ _ shrine. (Chorus) Hail _ Ma-ry, Hail _ Ma-ry, Queen of Heav'n, let us _ re-peat, And place our snow-drop wreath, _ here at her feet. |
(3) 'Hail, Ma-ry!' in-fant lips Lisp _ it _ to-_ day; 'Hail, _ Ma-ry!' with faint smile, The _ dy-_ ing _ _ say; (Chorus) |
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(4) 'Hail, Ma-ry!' _ a heart Bro-_ ken _ with _ grief, In _ that ang-el-ic prayer, Has _ found _ re-_ _ lief. (Chorus) |
| 1885 Laudis corona - S.N.D. | 1900 Peters' Catholic class book - S.N.D. |
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No. 94. in
Crown hymnal (Kavanach & McLaughlin,
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No. 72 in 1889 St-Basil's hymnal - Anonymous |
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| original lyrics: Adelaide Anne Procter (1825-1864), 1862 (The annunciation) | ||
| How pure, and frail, and white, The snowdrops shine! Gather a garland bright For Mary's shrine. For, born of winter snows, These fragile flowers Are gifts to our fair Queen From Spring's first hours. For on this blessed day She knelt at prayer; When, lo! before her shone An Angel fair. 'Hail, Mary!' thus he cried, With reverent fear: She, with sweet wondering eyes, Marvelled to hear. |
Be still, ye clouds of Heaven! Be silent, Earth! And hear an Angel tell Of Jesus' birth. While she, whom Gabriel hails As full of grace, Listens with humble faith In her sweet face. Be still—Pride, War, and Pomp, Vain Hopes, vain Fears, For now an Angel speaks, And Mary hears. 'Hail, Mary!' lo, it rings Through ages on; 'Hail, Mary! ' it shall sound, Till Time is done. |
'Hail, Mary!' infant lips Lisp it to-day; 'Hail, Mary!' with faint smile The dying say; 'Hail, Mary!' many a heart Broken with grief, In that angelic prayer, Has found relief. And many a half-lost soul When turned at bay, With those triumphant words Has won the day. 'Hail, Mary, Queen of Heaven!' Let us repeat, And place our snowdrop wreath Here at her feet. |
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