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And with a shout most loud and shrill
Upon him all they ran, And then without the city gates
They ston'd this holy man.
O man, &c. Then he most meekly on his knees
To God did pray at large, Desiring that He would not lay
This sin unto their charge; Then yielding up his soul to God,
Who had it dearly bought, He lost his life, whose body then
To grave was seemly brought.
O man, &c. |
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FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.
Hark! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinner reconcil'd.
Hark ! the herald Angels sing, Glory to the new-born King. |
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