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'Tis come, the time so oft foretold,
The time eternal love forecast;
Four thousand years of hope have rolled,
And God hath sent His Son at last;
Let heaven, let earth, adore the plan ;
Glory to God, and grace to man !
To swains that watch'd their nightly fold,
Of lowly lot, of lowly mind,
To these the tidings first were told,
That told of hope for lost mankind ;
God gives His Son ; no more He can;
Glory to God, and grace to man !
And well to shepherds first 'tis known,
The Lord of angels comes from high,
In humblest aspect like their own,
Good Shepherd, for His sheep to die:
O height and depth, which who shall span ?
Glory to God, and grace to man !
Fain with those meek, those happy swains,
Lord, I would hear that angel quire;
Till, ravished by celestial strains,
My heart responds with holy fire ;
(That holy fire Thy breath must fan ;)
Glory to God, and grace to man !
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1836
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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STELLA
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1852
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 47 | D | | # 319 | Eb | | # 595 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 14 | Eb | | # 290 | Eb | | # 721 | Eb |
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