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Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith Appeared a heavenly throng
Of Angels praising God, and thus Address'd their joyful song :
All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace, Good-will henceforth from Heav'n to men
Begin and never cease.
Hallelujah. |
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HAIL ! EVER HAIL !
Hail! ever hail! auspicious morn, The brightest since our fall:
Mortals, exult! the Saviour's born, O crown him Lord of all!
Down from celestial climes of day He hastes to tread our ball,
Glory illumines all the way, O crown him Lord of all!
Hark ! loud hosannahs from the song
The melting airs inthrall, A Saviour angels waft along,
And shout him Lord of all. |
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