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Whence comes this
rush of wings afar,
Following straight the Noël star?
Birds from the woods
in wondrous flight,
Bethlehem seek this holy night.
“Tell us, ye birds,
why come ye here,
Into this stable, poor and drear?”
“Hast’ning we seek
the newborn King,
And all our sweetest music bring.”
Hark how the greenfinch
bears his part,
Philomel, too, with tender heart,
Chants from her leafy dark retreat,
Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
Angels and shepherds,
birds of the sky,
Come where the Son of God doth lie;
Christ on the earth
with man doth dwell,
Join in the shout, Noël, Noël.
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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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1916
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 2:2;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BAS-QUERCY
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1916
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