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Cold on His cradle
the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies His head
with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him,
in slumber reclining,
Maker and monarch,
and Saviour of all.
Say, shall we yield Him,
in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom,
and offerings divine;
Gems of the mountain,
and pearls of ocean,
Myrrh from forest,
or gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer
each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts
would His favour secure;
Richer by far is
the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are
the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best
of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness,
and lend us thine aid;
Star of the east,
the horizon adorning,
Guide where our
infant Redeemer is laid.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 10 11 10
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MUSIC
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Name:
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EPIPHANY (THRUPP)
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11 10 11 10
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1853
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 122 | A | | # 1207 | D | | # 176 | Eb | | # 91 | Eb | | # 402 | Eb | | # 199.1 | No key |
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