Sweetly sang the angels
In the clear, calm night,
On their white wings resting
In the heav’nly light;
Sent by God the Father,
Who our love has sought,
Unto men and children
Tidings glad they brought.

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Children, blend your voices,
In sweet concord sing;
Hail the Lord’s anointed,
Christ, the children’s king.

To the gentle shepherds
It was first revealed,
Watching ’mid the darkness
In the open field.
That in David’s city,
On that holy morn,
In a lowly stable
Christ, our king, was born.

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Gladdened by the tidings,
Hastily they sped
To the crowded city
And the manger bed;
There they found the Savior
With His mother mild;
Him they loved and worshipped,
Though a lowly child.

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In His simple childhood,
And His sacred youth,
All His ways were holy,
All His ways were truth;
For our sins He suffered,
And, thro’ grief untold,
All His lambs He purchased
For His sacred fold.

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Jesus, meek and gentle,
Make us like to Thee;
Loving, true, and tender,
Thou wouldst have us be;
Blessings rich and holy,
On this festal day,
Pour Thou out upon us,
Lord we humbly pray.

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