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316 MENDELSSOHN 75. 10l.

Arr. from Mendelssohn

1. Hark! the herald an- gels sing Glo-ry to the new-born King; Peace on earth,and

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mild, God and sinners re-con-ciled. Joy-ful, all ye na-tions, rise,

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Join the tri-umph of the skies; With th' an-gel-ic host pro-claim, Christ is born in

Bethlehem. Hark! the her-ald an-gels sing Glo-ry to the new-born King! A - MEN.

2 Gracious bond of earth and sky,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!

Rev. Chas. Wesley

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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 But with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring:
O, hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!

4 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
Come swiftly on the wing:
O, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

5 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When Peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears, D.D.

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320 TRUMPET P. M.

Arr. by I. B. Woodbury

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Shout the glad ti-dings, ex - ult- ing - ly sing; Jerusalem tri-umphs, Mes

si - ah is king. 1. Si - on, the marvel - lous sto ry be telling,

The Son

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*Note that the stanza begins at the ninth measure of the music; but the refrain should be sung at the beginning of each stanza as well as at the end.

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2 Tell how he cometh; from nation to nation
The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round:
How free to the faithful he offers salvation,

How his people with joy everlasting are crowned.
Shout the glad tidings, etc.

3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise:
Ye angels, the full alleluia be singing;

One chorus resound through the earth and the skies.
Shout the glad tidings, etc.

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He, the Lord of your sal va- tion,Shares your want,is weak and poor. A-MEN.

2 Let us bring our poor oblations,—
Thanks and love and faith and praise;
Come, ye people, come, ye nations,
One and all on him to gaze.

Hark, the heaven of heavens is ringing,
Christ the Lord to man is born!
Are not all our hearts, too, singing,
Welcome, welcome, happy morn?
Rev. Archer Thompson Gurney

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