Hark! The Angels Singing
Make The Happy Morn,
Joyful Tidings Bringing,
“Christ The Lord Is Born.”
In A Lowly Manger,
This Shall Be The Sign,
See The Newborn Stranger,
Hail The Babe Divine.
Glory, Glory, In The Highest Sing;
Glory, Glory, To Our Heavenly King.
Sisters Dear And Brothers,
Sing A Joyful Lay!
This Of All The Others,
Is The Children’s Day.
Hear The Blessed Story,
Once As Young As We,
Christ, The Prince Of Glory,
Slept On Mary’s Knee.
Where’s A Chorus Meeter
For His Advent Here?
Where A Carol Sweeter
To His Gentle Ear?
None Can Come So Near Him,
Holy, Undefiled,
None So Love And Fear Him,
As A Christian Child.
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