Once o’er Ju­dea’s hills by night
Was heard a joy­ful sound,
A host ap­peared, of an­gels bright,
And glo­ry shone around.
Fear not, they sing, to you we bring
Glad tid­ings, peace on earth;
Good will to men, they car­oled then,
And sang the Sav­ior’s birth.
On Beth­l’em’s plain no more we hear
The won­drous heav’n­ly chime;
But we can sound a strain as dear,
This joy­ful Christ­mas morn.

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Our song we raise as God we praise,
Good will and peace on earth;
With heart and voice we all re­joice,
And sing the Sav­ior’s birth.

When they had sung their song of love,
The an­gels went away,
To sing in joy­ful courts ab­ove
That first glad Christ­mas day.
The shep­herds heard the won­drous word
The an­gels brought to them;
Then hast­ened they where sleep­ing lay
The Babe of Beth­lehem.
Around the man­ger ga­ther­ing,
O! let us pros­trate fall;
And to the in­fant Sav­ior bring
Our hearts, our lives our all!

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