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We'll sing, in spite of scorn :
Our theme is come from Heaven :
To us a Child is born,
To us a Son is given ;
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 objects seem
Unworthy of our songs.
This sacred theme has boundless charms,
It fills, it captivates, it warms.
Now sing of peace divine,
Of grace to guilty man ;
No wisdom, Lord, but Thine
Could form the wondrous plan ;
Where peace and righteousness embrace,
And justice goes along with grace.
Give praise to God on high,
With angels round His throne ;
ive 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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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LOVE UNKNOWN
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1918
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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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| # 400 | D | | # 160 | Eb | | # 143 | Eb | | # 169 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb | | # 144 | Eb |
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