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Now sing we, now rejoice,
Now raise to heaven our voice;
He from whom joy streameth
Poor in a manger lies;
Not so brightly beameth
The sun in yonder skies.
|: Thou my Savior art! :|
Come from on high to me;
I cannot rise to Thee
Cheer my wearied spirit,
O pure and holy Child;
Through Thy grace and merit,
Blest Jesus, Lord most mild,
|: Draw me unto Thee! :|
Now through His Son doth shine
The Father's grace divine.
Death o'er us had reigned
Through sin and vanity;
He for us obtained
Eternal joy on high.
|: May we praise Him there! :|
Oh, where shall joy be found?
Where but on heavenly ground?
Where the angels singing
With all His saints unite,
Sweetest praises bringing
In heavenly joy and light.
|: Oh, that we were there! :|
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 6 6 5 extended
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1996 | # 135 |
MUSIC
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IN DULCI IUBILO
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6 6 6 6 7 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 135 | No key |
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