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ADVENT OF CHRIST.
Hark, how the angels sing,
‘ To you a Saviour’s born!’
Now let our hearts in concert move,
And every tongue be tuned to love.
2 He mortals came to save
From sin’s tyrannic power ;
Come, with the angels sing
At this auspicious hour;
Let every heart and tongue combine
To praise the love, the grace divine.
3 The prophecies and types
Are all the day fulfilled;
With eastern sages join
To praise this wondrous child;
God’s only Son is come to bless
The earth with peace and righteousness.
4 Glory to God on high,
For our Emmanuel’s birth;
To mortal men good will,
And peace and joy on earth:
With angels now we will repeat
Their songs, still new and ever sweet.
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The song of angels at the birth of Christ.
1 \ X 7 HILE shepherds watched their flocks
W by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
2 ‘Fear not,’ said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind,
‘ Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
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