Hark The sounds melodious stealing

hark, the sounds melodious stealing
thro’ the quiet midnight air;
sweet, seraphic music pealing
over all the landscape fair.
angel hosts of brightest glory,
hover o’er a lowly bed
bed of him foretold in story,
son of man, creation’s head.

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singing, glory to god,
glory to god,
glory to god in the highest,
singing, glory to god,
glory to god,
glory to god in the highest,

wise men traveled till they found him,
found a king in bethlehem!
king, with sheep and cattle ’round him?
king, without a diadem?
yes! the prince of peace eternal,
king of kings, of lords the lord!
hark! the swelling choirs supernal
as they join with one accord:

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let us lift our hearts and voices
prince immanuel’s praise to sing;
while the heav’nly host rejoices,
let us, too, our tribute bring.
heav’nward, now, his star is pointing,
where he sits at god’s right hand,
unto each his crown appointing,
who before his throne shall stand.

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