Sweetly sang the an­gels
In the clear, calm night,
On their white wings rest­ing
In the heav’n­ly light;
Sent by God the Fa­ther,
Who our love has sought,
Unto men and child­ren
Tidings glad they brought.

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Children, blend your voic­es,
In sweet con­cord sing;
Hail the Lord’s an­oint­ed,
Christ, the child­ren’s king.

To the gen­tle shep­herds
It was first re­vealed,
Watching ’mid the dark­ness
In the op­en field.
That in Da­vid’s ci­ty,
On that ho­ly morn,
In a low­ly stable
Christ, our king, was born.

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Gladdened by the tid­ings,
Hastily they sped
To the crowd­ed ci­ty
And the man­ger bed;
There they found the Sav­ior
With His mo­ther mild;
Him they loved and wor­shipped,
Though a low­ly child.

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In His sim­ple childhood,
And His sac­red youth,
All His ways were ho­ly,
All His ways were truth;
For our sins He suf­fered,
And, thro’ grief un­told,
All His lambs He pur­chased
For His sac­red fold.

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Jesus, meek and gen­tle,
Make us like to Thee;
Loving, true, and ten­der,
Thou wouldst have us be;
Blessings rich and ho­ly,
On this fes­tal day,
Pour Thou out up­on us,
Lord we hum­bly pray.

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