Mary's arms carried water They cooked and cleaned, did all the things Of a Nazarene poor man's daughter Mary's arms held no other And then an angel came and said, "Be not afraid You're gonna be the Savior's mother" Soon in Bethlehem he came And all the angels sang Glory to God in the highest Glory to God in the lowest of lows She's holding the baby, the Messiah The promise the prophets made long ago Son of God, God in man The very one who holds the whole world in his hands In Mary's arms Mary's arms held the author Of the words in red, the broken bread And the wine from the water The Holy Ghost, Son, and Father Glory to God in the highest Glory to God in the lowest of lows She's holding the baby, the Messiah The promise the prophets made long ago Son of God, God in man The very one who holds the whole world in his hands In Mary's arms In Mary's arms Son of God, God in man The very one who holds the whole world in his hands There in Mary's arms In Mary's arms