A multitude of the heavenly host praising God.@Luke 2:13
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Fanny Crosby
(1820–1915)

Fan­ny Cros­by, in Hymn Ser­vice No. 2, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert Low­ry, W. How­ard Doane & John H. Vin­cent (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1880).

Hu­bert P. Main (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Hubert P. Main
(1839–1925)

What a shout was heard
In the realms of light,
When peace and truth, descending,
With a marshaled host
In their robes of white,
Sang praise to God on high!
O shout again, ye sons of men,
Sing praise to God above.
Till the utmost bounds
Of the world shall wake
One mighty song of love.

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Ring on, ye bells, ye chiming bells,
Your tuneful measure swelling;
Ring on, ye bells, ye chiming bells,
The grand old story telling.
What a shout was heard
In the realms of light
When peace and truth, descending,
With a marshaled host
In their robes of white,
Sang praise to God on high.

There was joy, great joy—
’Twas a glorious sight,
The shepherds gazed in wonder,
When the earth was filled
With a splendor bright,
From God’s eternal home.
Great joy today, O let it ring
As on that sacred morn,
When the angel band
In a far off land
Proclaimed the Savior born.

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