Unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:13
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Midnight’s sable hour is passing,
Silence o’er creation reigns;
Nature rests in softest slumbers,
Stars adorn th’ethereal plains;
Now Judea’s gentle shepherds
Watch their sleeping fleecy care;
When the heavenly portals open,
And soft murmurs wake the air.
Then behold a glorious angel
Down from Heav’n directs his flight;
And around the rural watchmen
Sheds an overwhelming light;
“Hail! ye shepherds! fear no evil,
I to you glad tidings bring;
Tidings now thro’ Heav’n resounding,
Praise to your eternal King.
Go to Bethle’m, David’s city,
On this happy, happy morn,
Jesus, Lord of men and angels,
There for you today is born!
Go to Bethlehem; there the Infant
In a humble manger laid,
Where you find Him there adore Him,
To Him endless praise be paid.
Heave their hearts with glad emotion,
While they listen to his word;
When he ceased, a choir of angels
Sang most sweetly of their Lord;
Glory to Jehovah, glory,
Glory to Jehovah’s Son;
Peace on earth and heav’nly blessing,
Man’s redemption is begun!