THE CONCEPTIONB.V.M.
Anna’s Voice:Down by the rushes I paused and bent—I bent with a sudden lovely pang of joy,And I knew that my hope was true....Lord God of our fathers, if Thou send me a sonHe shall be bred in Thy fear,But if Thou send me a daughterShe shall be bred in Thy love.Lord, I pray Thee, send me a girl.
Anna’s Voice:Down by the rushes I paused and bent—I bent with a sudden lovely pang of joy,And I knew that my hope was true....Lord God of our fathers, if Thou send me a sonHe shall be bred in Thy fear,But if Thou send me a daughterShe shall be bred in Thy love.Lord, I pray Thee, send me a girl.
Anna’s Voice:
Anna’s Voice:
Down by the rushes I paused and bent—I bent with a sudden lovely pang of joy,And I knew that my hope was true....Lord God of our fathers, if Thou send me a sonHe shall be bred in Thy fear,But if Thou send me a daughterShe shall be bred in Thy love.Lord, I pray Thee, send me a girl.
Down by the rushes I paused and bent—
I bent with a sudden lovely pang of joy,
And I knew that my hope was true....
Lord God of our fathers, if Thou send me a son
He shall be bred in Thy fear,
But if Thou send me a daughter
She shall be bred in Thy love.
Lord, I pray Thee, send me a girl.