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A CHRISTMAS CAROL.
1863.
If ye would hear the Angels sing
“Peace on earth and mercy mild,”
Think of Him who was once a child,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
“Peace on earth and mercy mild,”
Think of Him who was once a child,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
If ye would hear the Angels sing,
Christians! see ye let each door
Stand wider than ever it stood before,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Christians! see ye let each door
Stand wider than ever it stood before,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise, and open wide the door;
Christians, rise! the world is wide,
And many there be that stand outside,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
Christians, rise! the world is wide,
And many there be that stand outside,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
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If ye would hear the Angels sing,
Rise and spread your Christmas fare;
'Tis merrier still the more that share,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise and spread your Christmas fare;
'Tis merrier still the more that share,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise, and bake your Christmas bread:
Christians rise! the world is bare,
And bleak, and dark with want and care,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
Christians rise! the world is bare,
And bleak, and dark with want and care,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
If ye would hear the Angels sing,
Rise and light your Christmas fire;
And see that ye pile the logs still higher,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise and light your Christmas fire;
And see that ye pile the logs still higher,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise, and light your Christmas fire;
Christians, rise! the world is old,
And Time is weary, and worn, and cold,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
Christians, rise! the world is old,
And Time is weary, and worn, and cold,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
If ye would hear the Angels sing,
Rise and spice your wassail bowl
With warmth for body, and heart, and soul,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Rise and spice your wassail bowl
With warmth for body, and heart, and soul,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
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Spice it warm, and spice it strong,
Christians, rise! the world is grey,
And rough is the road, and short is the day,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
Christians, rise! the world is grey,
And rough is the road, and short is the day,
Yet Christmas comes in the morning.
If ye would hear the Angels sing,
Christians! think on Him who died;
Think of your Lord, the Crucified,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
Christians! think on Him who died;
Think of your Lord, the Crucified,
On Christmas-Day in the morning.
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