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Shepherds, watching o'er your flocks,
As the darkness steals around ;
Hark ! what melody divine,
Floods the sky with wondrous sound.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Lift your wondering eyes to heaven,
Choirs of Angels gathered there,
In the solemn midnight hour,
Break the stillness of the air.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Stay not on the bleak hill-side,
Hasten, shepherds, to obey ;
To adore your infant Child,
Angels beckon you away.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Where the ox and ass are stalled,
There a Babe in swaddling bands,
You to greet, and you to bless,
Lifts His tiny infant hands.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Kneel down shepherds, bow your heads,
Deep the mystery of Love ;
He is God and He is Man,
Here on earth in heaven above.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Mary, Joseph, shepherds, too,
Join the angel-choir on high ;
Make heaven s highest arches ring
Through the deep dark midnight sky.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 r 8
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Dates:
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1903 | # 399 |
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