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Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung
At our Redeemer's birth;
Mortals! awake: let every tongue
Proclaim his matchless worth.
Glory to God, who dwells on high,
And sent his only Son
To take a servant's form, and die,
For evils we had done!
Good-will to men; ye fallen race!
Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes, with rich abounding grace
To save and not destroy.
Lord! send the gracious tidings forth,
And fill the world with light,
That Jew and Gentile, through the earth,
May know thy saving might.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1813
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