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A Babe is born, all of a maid,
To bring salvation unto us;
No more are we to sing afraid,
Veni Creator Spiritus.
At Bethlehem, that blessèd place,
The Child of bliss then born He was;
Him aye to serve, God give us grace,
O Lux beata Trinitas.
There came three kings out of the East,
To worship there that King so free;
With gold and myrrh and frankincense,
A solis ortus cardine.
The shepherds heard an angel cry,
A merry song that night sang he,
“Why are ye all so sore aghast?”
Iam lucis orto sidere.
The angel came down with a cry,
A fair and joyful song sang he,
All in the worship of that Child,
Gloria Tibi Domine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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15 cent,1878
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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A BABE IS BORN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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15 cent,1878
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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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| # 373 | Eb |
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