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While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,
Shall men no anthem raise
O may we lose these useless tongues.
When we forget to praise!
Then let us swell responsive notes.
And join the heavenly throng;
For angels no such love have Known.
As we, to wake their aong.
Good-will to sinful dust is shown,
And peace on earth is given;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heaven!
Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let heaven and earth in concert sing,
"The promis'd child is born!"
Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid ;
Be glory, then, by us proclaimed,
And by our lives displayed;
Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival these celestial choirs
In their immortal strains!
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1826 | # 44 |
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