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Hark from on high
those blissful strains!
Whence can such sweetness be?
Have angels waked
their golden harps
|:With Heav’ns own minstrelsy?:|
Or do we hear the cherub voice
Of infant bands who raise,
Soaring from earth celestial notes
|:In their Creator’s praise?:|
Thus spake the shepherds—
yet with dread,
So strange the sounds they heard,
While o’er their slumb’ring
flocks they kept
|:Their wonted nightly guard.:|
And soon they saw a dazzling light
Beam through the starry way,
And shining seraphs
clust’ring where
|:The infant Jesus lay.:|
They came a Savior’s birth to tell,
And tunes of rapture sing;
Hence the glad notes
that filled the air—
|:Each swept his loudest string.:|
But now in accents soft and kind
The chieftain angel said,
“Heav’ns tidings
of great joy we bear—
|:Shepherds, be not afraid.:|”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 extended
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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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CHRISTMAS (SIROË)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1728,1812
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 232 | No key | | # 111 | No key | | # 135 | C | | # 79 | D | | # 309 | Db | | # 469 | D | | # 675 | D |
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