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Once o’er the hills of Judah,
Burst forth a glorious light;
Heralding the Messiah,
Shining in splendor bright!
And thro’ the air came stealing,
Sweetly on wings of morn;
From Heaven’s towers pealing,
“Jesus the Lord is born!”
Glory, glory, glory let us sing!
Glory to our heav’nly King!
Sound aloud His praises, sing a joyful lay,
This is our Savior’s natal day!
Strange was His throne, O children!
Only a manger cold!
But princely gifts were brought Him,
Myrrh, frankincense and gold.
Myrrh was the bitter token
Of His great sacrifice;
Frankincense, homage paid Him;
And gold, the kingly price.
Glory, glory, glory let us sing!
Glory to our heav’nly King!
Sound aloud His praises, sing a joyful lay,
This is our Savior’s natal day!
Still through the air around us
Echo celestial strains;
Still o’er earth’s sinful darkness
That Light in grandeur reigns;
What are the gifts we’ll bring Him?
No type of sorrow now!
Hearts’ prayers shall be our incense
And love shall crown His brow.
Glory, glory, glory let us sing!
Glory to our heav’nly King!
Sound aloud His praises, sing a joyful lay,
This is our Savior’s natal day!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D and refrain
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Dates:
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1885
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:11;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CHRIST'S NATAL DAY
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D and refrain
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Writer(s):
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