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O come, let us a-dore Him, O come, let us a dore Him, Christ the Lord. A-MEN.
Anon. (Latin, 18th cent.). Trans. by Re.. Frederick Oakeley, 1841: verse 1, lines 1, 2, alt.
From angels bend - ing near the earth To touch their harps of gold:
the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all - gra cious King:"
The world in solemn still-ness lay, To hear the angels
2 Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.
3 And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
4 For lo, the days are hastening on,
Its ancient splendors fling,
Rev. Edmund H. Scars, 1850