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In the lonely midnight
on the wintry hill,
Shepherds heard the angels
singing, “Peace, good will.”
Listen, O ye weary,
to the angels’ song,
Unto you the tidings
of great joy belong.
Though in David’s city
angels sing no more,
Love makes angel music
on earth’s darkest shore;
Though no heavenly glory
meet your wondering eyes,
Love can make your dwelling
bright as paradise.
Though the Child of Mary,
sent from heaven on high,
In His manger cradle
may no longer lie,
Love is King forever,
though the proud world scorn;
If ye truly seek Him,
Christ your King is born.
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:13-14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LONELY MIDNIGHT
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11 11 11 11
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