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HARK, HARK! WHAT NEWS.
Hark, hark ! what news the Angels bring, Glad tidings of a new-born King, Who is the Saviour of mankind, In whom we may salvation find.
This is the day, the blessed morn, The Saviour of mankind was born, Born of a maid, a Virgin pure, Born without sin, from guilt secure.
Hail, blessed Virgin, full of grace ! Blessed above all mortal race, Whose blessed womb brought forth in one, A God, a Saviour, and a Son.
A perfect God, a perfect man, A mystery which no man can Attain to, tho' he's e'er so wise, Till he ascend above the skies.
Arise, my soul, and then, my voice, In hymns of praise early rejoice, His fame extol and magnify, Upon those errands Angels fly.
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