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When Thou, O Lord, in flesh wert drest,
The world Thou mad'st to free,
The Inn, where weary travellers rest,
Had not a room for Thee.
The Holy Babe in manger rude
Was all His birth-night laid ;
Pondering God's words, in thoughtful mood,
Nigh watched the Mother Maid.
But oh ! that wondrous midnight round
What light, what glories throng,
When man his infant Saviour found,
And heard the angels' song !
Sweet anthem ! caught from hosts on high,
Dwell thou our hearts within ;
Blest bridal of the earth and sky,
Long separate through sin.
Though all unmeet that gladsome hymn
For harps by sin unstrung,
That psalm, by white-robed seraphim
In God's own presence sung,
Yet sometimes, when our spirit tires,
By toil and darkness worn,
Lord ! make us hear seraphic choirs,
And give a glimpse of morn:
If love wax cold, and strife increase,
Chant in our hearts again,
" Glory to God on high, and peace
" On earth, good will to men ! "
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1836
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MUSIC
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WILTSHIRE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1795
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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