Hark! the migh­ty tones sub­lime,
Trumpet tongues of old­en time—
Breathing on the si­lent air,
Shouting glo­ry ev­ery­where!
Hark! again their joy­ful sound
Rings afar, the earth around;
While a vast, ador­ing throng
Catch the strain and join the song.

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Unto us a child is giv’n;
Open now the gates of Heav’n;
Eden lost, to man re­stored,
Thro’ the birth of Christ the Lord.

Mourning cap­tive, cease thy tears;
Lo! the pro­mised day ap­pears,
Thro’ the mis­ty veil of night,
Bursting in a flood of light;
Oh, what won­drous things are done
By the Fa­ther, thro’ the Son!
Oh, the smile of par­don­ing grace,
Beaming in the Sav­ior’s face.

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Now with heal­ing in her wings,
Hark! a white robed an­gel sings:
Mortals, from the realms above
I have borne my harp of love;
Hallelujah! sing with me;
Hail your great­est ju­bi­lee!
Sing, in pur­est, sweet­est lays,
On this ho­ly day of days.

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