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Let us drain the cup of good will from the brim, And thank dear God above us, That around are those who love us,
While we sing, again, a cheering Christmas hymn.
REFUGIUM.
There is no sweeter song than this; 'Tis holy as a mother's kiss; And, oh, what promising of bliss!
The song from Zion, bright and blest: Come unto me; come unto me, All ye that labor weariedly, .
And I will give you rest.
So said the Master long ago, And now 'tis heaven's song echo, Flung back from Zion's hills that glow,
In golden splendor there on high ; A sweet and peaceful song of love, That comes as came the Jordan dove,
God's token from on high.
In gentle vibrance, on the strings Of human hearts, the music rings. And cheeringly an angel sings
To them that labor, sore opprest: In time, beside the Great White Throne The Nazarene will claim His own,
And He will give you rest.






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