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The evergreen branches
are waving around us,
And sweetly our carols
in harmony ring,
While here we are gathered
to welcome with rapture
The birth of our Savior,
Redeemer, and King.
Hark! the music of the angels
Floating onward still we hear;
Blessèd music, sweetest chorus
Ever sung to mortal ear.
How graciously favored
the shepherds of Judah,
Who guarded their flocks
on that wonderful morn,
When legions descended,
proclaiming the tidings
That Jesus, the promised Redeemer,
was born.
Hark! the music of the angels
Floating onward still we hear;
Blessèd music, sweetest chorus
Ever sung to mortal ear.
How humble His birthplace,
how lowly His cradle,
O tender compassion,
O infinite love!
The Son of the Highest
our nature assuming
That we might inherit
the mansions above.
Hark! the music of the angels
Floating onward still we hear;
Blessèd music, sweetest chorus
Ever sung to mortal ear.
The sweet chiming bells
with our carols are blending,
A glad, merry Christmas
they joyfully ring.
While here we are gathered
to welcome with rapture
The birth of our Savior,
Redeemer, and King.
Hark! the music of the angels
Floating onward still we hear;
Blessèd music, sweetest chorus
Ever sung to mortal ear.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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12 11 12 11 and refrain
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Dates:
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1881
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:13-14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MUSIC OF THE ANGELS
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Meter:
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12 11 12 11 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1881
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