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O, what a blessed morn
That brought the news from heav'n!
To us a child is born,
To us a son is giv'n!
The sweetest news that ever came,
We'll sing, though all the world should blame.
The long-expected morn
Has dawn'd upon the earth;
The Saviour Christ is born,
And angels sing his birth:
We'll join the bright seraphic throng,
We'll share their joys, and swell their song.
O 'tis a lofty theme,
Supplied by angels' tongues!
All other subjects seem
Unworthy of our songs.
This sacred theme has boundless charms,
It fills, it captivates, it warms.
Now sing of peace divine,
Sing of good-will to man;
No wisdom, Lord, but thine,
Could form the gracious plan;
Could find a way to save the lost,
Thyself not ceasing to be just.
Give praise to God on high,
With angels round his throne;
Give praise to God with joy;
Give praise to God alone;
'Tis meet his saints their songs should raise,
And give the Saviour endless praise.
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DARWALL'S 148TH
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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