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Hark! what celestial sounds,
What music fills the air!
Soft warbling to the mom,
It strikes the ravished ear:
Now all is still;
Now wild it floats
In tuneful notes,
Loud, sweet,and shrill.
The angelic hosts descend,
With harmony divine;
See how from heaven they bend,
And in full chorus join:
“Fear not," say they,
“Great joy we ring:
Jesus, your King,
Is born to-day.”
“He comes, your souls to save
From death’s eternal gloom;
To realms of bliss and light
He lifts you from the tomb:
Your voices raise,
With sons of light;
Your songs unite
Of endless praise.
“Glory to God on high!
Ye mortals, spread the sound,
And let your raptures fly
To earth’s remotest bound:
For peace on earth,
From God in heaven,
To man is given:
At Jesus’ birth.”
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 271 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SWAINE
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4
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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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| # 111 | D |
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