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Sweetest music, softly stealing,
Thro’ the silence of the night;
To the shepherds now revealing,
Christ is born, the source of light.
Glory unto God the Father,
Who hath sent His only Son,
That He may all nations gather
Round His feet and make them one.
Now in David’s ancient city
He is born, the angels say;
God the Father, full of pity,
Sends His Son to you today.
Glory unto God the Father,
Who hath sent His only Son,
That He may all nations gather
Round His feet and make them one.
Shepherds, to the stable hasten,
There your Savior Christ is born,
Son of Mary, lowly maiden,
On this first glad Christmas morn.
Glory unto God the Father,
Who hath sent His only Son,
That He may all nations gather
Round His feet and make them one.
He from highest heav’n descending
Comes on earth your woes to heal,
That, your every want attending,
Love of God He may reveal.
Glory unto God the Father,
Who hath sent His only Son,
That He may all nations gather
Round His feet and make them one.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1916
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SWEETEST MUSIC SOFTLY STEALING
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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