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HARK
Hark, the sweet chant, “O holy, holy, holy,”
With voices clear the waiting angels sing,
Standing about the mother meek and lowly
Whose calm breast pillows soft heaven's new born king.
With voices clear the waiting angels sing,
Standing about the mother meek and lowly
Whose calm breast pillows soft heaven's new born king.
Loud swells the chorus, “Pain is lost in glory.”
Ye nations of the earth, exalt His name.
Sound, golden pipes, and tell the wondrous story
Of love divine that to man's rescue came.
Ye nations of the earth, exalt His name.
Sound, golden pipes, and tell the wondrous story
Of love divine that to man's rescue came.
Lo, He shall vanquish death with cheer immortal,
Shall conquer woe and triumph over sin,
His hand shall open wide the heavenly portal,
That all God's souls may safely enter in.
Shall conquer woe and triumph over sin,
His hand shall open wide the heavenly portal,
That all God's souls may safely enter in.
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