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Good news from Heaven the angels bring,
Glad tidings to the earth they sing:
To us this day a Child is given,
To crown us with the joy of Heaven.
All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn,
Whose love did not the sinner scorn:
In my distress Thou comest to me,
What thanks shall I return to Thee?
Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
She yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
Praise God upon His heavenly throne;
Who gave to us His only Son;
For this His hosts, on joyful wing,
A blest New Year of mercy sing.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1531,1868
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MUSIC
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Name:
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VON HIMMEL HOCH
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1539
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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