For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon His shoulder: and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6
Words: Charles W. Ray, Spicy Breezes (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: John J. Hood, 1883), page 142.
Music: Capulin Charles E. Prior, 1883 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Ray (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Why were angels once descending
O’er Judea’s hill and plain?
Why were harps and voices blending
In that grand, seraphic strain?
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Glory to God in the highest,
Let all earth resound again;
Glory to God in the highest,
Peace on earth, good will to men.
Why were eastern sages bending
O’er the Child of lowly birth?
Why were sweetest anthems sending
Their glad echoes over the earth?
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Love and mercy condescending
Helpless sinners to redeem,
From a fearful doom impending,
Had revealed the King supreme.
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