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Come rejoicing, praises voicing,
Christmas Day is breaking;
Now th' Eternal, Lord supernal,
Human form is taking.
On the hay - lo, behold
Virgin's Son, as foretold -
|:Lies the precious Infant
in the wintry cold.:|
Unabated, For Him waited
Many generations;
Him now proudly Angels loudly
Praise the Hope of nations.
Let us, then, gladly sing,
Let our songs daily ring
|:As we to this holy Child
our praises bring.:|
Tender Flower, Mighty Tower,
Jesus Christ, our Savior;
Heavenly Treasure, without measure
Thee we love forever.
Lord and King without end,
Our poor hearts now befriend,
|:All Thy gifts of grace and goodness
to us send.:|
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1637,1674
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:7;
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MUSIC
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GLADNESS
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12 cent
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