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Yet Angels bright with glorious light Adorn'd the sky that blessed mom,
And there proclaim'd the glorious name Of the bless'd babe that there was born.
To certain Shepherds they appeared
Who were feeding of their sheep, To whom with happy news returned
Before the blessed day did break, O go, said they, without delay,
To Bethlehem this instant morn, And there proclaim the glorious name
Of Jesus Christ, in stable born.
The Shepherds did no longer tarry
In the fields their flocks to fold, But ran to Bethlehem, where sweet Mary
With her babe they did behold. What joy was then made by those men,
Till time and all things be out worn, Let us all make e'en for his sake,
Who on this blessed day was born. |
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