Away! With Loyal Hearts and True

Away! with loy­al hearts and true

O’er hill and dale they pressed

Full four score wea­ry miles

to do

The Cæ­sar’s high be­hest;

And Ma­ry sang Mag­ni­fi­cat

Her own

her an­cient song;

For well wist she that God’s de­cree

Was bear­ing her along

Was bear­ing her along.

Away! through fields and mea­dows green

O’er pur­ple hea­ther-bed

By mount­ain pass

or dark ra­vine

The faith­ful cou­ple sped.

And soft and sweet

wher­e’er they went

To glad the wea­ry way

Sang Mary that Mag­ni­fi­cat

Her own

her an­cient lay

Her own

her an­cient lay.

O’erhead the storm clouds oft­en wept

And tem­pests o’er them passed

And cold around them oft­en swept

The bleak De­cem­ber blast.

But still she sang Mag­ni­fi­cat

Through wea­ther foul or fair;

For all was rest with­in her breast

’Twas al­ways sun­shine there

’Twas al­ways sun­shine there.

And when the pil­grim­age was o’er

And of their roy­al king

Not one would op­en wide his door

And bid them en­ter in;

Still Mary sang Mag­ni­fi­cat

With ev­er joy­ful tone;

Whate’er be­tide

the Lord

she cried

Is mind­ful of His own.

Worn out at last

and ill-be­stead

Right glad were they to find

Within a sor­ry cat­tle shed

A shel­ter from the wind.

And Ma­ry sang Mag­ni­fi­cat

Right through that won­drous night;

And

e’er the birth of morn on earth

Was born the Light of Light.

Then let us all with one ac­cord

Join Ma­ry’s song and say

My soul doth mag­ni­fy the Lord

For ever and for aye.

Let us sing Mag­ni­fi­cat

That dear and an­cient lay

For God’s own Son with us is one

And He is born to­day.